Sonia’s POV
The mansion had never been so quiet.
It was the kind of silence that hummed beneath the skin, heavy, unnatural, like the air before a storm. Every corner of the Lim household felt drenched in unease. The chandeliers were dimmed, the scent of cold coffee clung to the dining room, and the distant tick of the grandfather clock seemed to mock the seconds slipping away.
I hadn’t slept.
The note was still folded neatly inside the drawer of my desk, the one I found that night in the corridor outside Hayley’s room, her name scrawled at the top, Alexander’s handwriting below it, and no signature. Just words that didn’t make sense. “It ends tonight.”
I didn’t know what it meant, or what had ended. But the weight of those words hadn’t left my chest.
Now, as morning light cut across
