Sonia’s POV
The nights were the hardest.
When the rest of the Lim house slept, silence pressed against my ears until it roared like thunder. I would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, fighting the memories that came clawing in the dark, my parents’ laughter, the sound of their voices calling me down for dinner, the echo of my father’s shoes across the hallway.
But lately, something else filled the silence too. Something that didn’t belong.
It started small. A door creaking when no one was there. Footsteps on the landing when Molly was asleep beside me. A flicker of shadow across the corner of the room when I turned my head too fast.
I told myself it was grief. I told myself it was my mind fraying at the edges, twisting ordinary sounds into monsters. And yet… I kept remembering the can
