Grief doesn’t always arrive loudly.
Sometimes it waits.
It hides in quiet moments, pretending everything is fine… until suddenly it isn’t.
That night it found me in the garden.
I hadn’t planned to go outside.
I had only meant to get water from the kitchen, but the house felt too quiet again. The same polished silence that had been pressing against my chest all evening.
So instead of going back upstairs, I stepped outside through the back doors.
Cold air hit my face instantly.
The estate grounds stretched out under the dim garden lights. Long shadows from the trees moved slowly across the grass as the wind passed through them.
The lake shimmered faintly in the distance.
Everything looked peaceful.
Too peaceful.
I walked across the lawn slowly, hugging my arms around myself.
Eve
