The Night Everything Ended
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Prisca sat on the edge of the bed, her hands wrapped around herself. The room felt unfamiliar even though she had slept in it for years. Gabriel had not come inside since dinner. He stayed in his study. He had not shouted. He had not argued. That silence scared her more than his anger ever did. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand. She looked at the screen. Gabriel. Her heart skipped. He was in the same house. Yet he was calling. She swallowed before answering. “Hello?” His voice came through steady. “Come downstairs.” That was all. The line went dead. No emotion. No explanation. Prisca stood slowly. Her legs felt weak as she walked out of the room. The hallway lights were dim. Every step felt heavy. When she reached the living room, Gab
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