Ella
The house didn’t sleep that night.
It pretended to….lights dimmed, doors closed, footsteps softened but the silence felt staged, like everyone was holding their breath behind carefully drawn curtains.
Even from my room, I could feel it: the tension humming through the walls, vibrating under my skin.
Kane didn’t come back.
I told myself I wasn’t waiting for him. I told myself I was simply awake, alert, thinking. But every sound outside my door made my pulse spike, every minute stretching thinner than the last.
When dawn finally crept in through the sheer curtains, pale and unforgiving, I knew one thing for certain.
Whatever happened after he stormed out… it wasn’t small.
I found out pieces of it later. Not because anyone bothered to explain, but because secrets in this house h
