That night, Adam lay awake staring at the ceiling. The room felt too quiet, too heavy, as if the air itself was watching him. He could not stop hearing that sound from the terrace. The faint click. The soft steps fading away. Someone had been there. Someone had seen.
His heart had not stopped racing since he got home. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Emily’s face again. The worry in her eyes. The way she said, He will not forgive either of us.
He turned on his side and tried to sleep, but his mind refused to rest. The image of her standing by the railing replayed over and over. Her hair moving with the wind. Her voice low and trembling. Every moment burned inside him like a secret that refused to die.
When sleep finally came, i
