A warm whisper beneath the cold hand.
Danian
I decided to go outside for a walk to clear my mind. My favorite spot was the lake not far from our house. Somehow, that place always made me feel better. I often found myself staring at the moonlight bouncing off the water, the sound of the night wrapping me in a silence that felt far removed from my thoughts, pain, and pressure.
Standing from my chair, I moved to the window, jumping out to the ground floor. I often did this to avoid bothering my parents, who were usually working in their office downstairs.
I landed softly, careful not to make a sound. But even in my stealth, my mother, Victoria, noticed me. She was sitting on the balcony, working on some papers for her job.
Victoria was the heart of our family. Her calming presence and ab
