KYRAN
The silence was so heavy it felt like a weight but I preferred the stillness over the noises. Paxton and the maid were gone.
I stood by the window, hearing the sound of my own breath, in and out, loud in the empty space. My gaze went through the glass, watching the pine trees outside.
The maid was different, nothing like her, yet her red, wavy, long hair reminded me of her. Whenever I saw a woman with red hair, her face flashed in my eyes.
Liana. That was her real name.
I don't know her surname. She never said. Liana was a mystery, always visible to books, and invisible to the school. Most of the students wouldn't even remember her real name. The school called her chubby.
She always sat on the last bench next to the glass window, watching the pine trees, and sketching on her
