Diana’s POV
I lay on the sheets like a corpse… Still, unblinking. My face tilted to the ceiling, eyes dry. Hands limp and cold on my stomach, heavy as stone.
The room was silent, save for the faint hum of night pressing in through the walls. The fabric beneath me was cool against my skin, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
My bedside lamp flickered—on, off, on again—uncertain whether to fight the dark or give in.
Just like me.
The silence was loud. Oppressive. The kind of silence that makes your ears ring and your thoughts scream. I was waiting…no, hoping for a call. A message. A sign. Something to pull me back from the brink I didn’t know I was standing on.
My chest felt wrapped in barbed wire, tight and cutting, ever since I came back from the bank. I’d whispered Kelvin’s name under m
