Albert
I woke up to silence. Thick, unnatural and heavy like something had been waiting for me to stir.
The world outside the window was black, not just night, but the kind of darkness that made you feel like the stars had turned their backs. My mouth was dry. My skin burned. Something was wrong.
I could feel it in my bones.
I sat up slowly, the blanket slipping off my shoulders.
“Emon?” I called out, voice cracking.
No answer.
I blinked against the dim room, letting my eyes adjust. The lights were off. The air felt colder than it should have been. Still, I waited, maybe he was in the kitchen. The bathroom. Maybe he had just stepped out for some air.
But five minutes passed.
Ten.
Still nothing except the answering silence.
Panic began to stir in my chest.
I climbed to my feet,
