( Esther's Point of View)
The room was too quiet. The silence between us was heavy and thick, like a curtain we were both too scared to pull back. It felt like every breath was making me choke. And every time I looked at Matthew, my heart beat faster, as if it knew what was at stake and that things couldn't go back to the way they were before.
Matthew stood by the window with his back straight and his eyes fixed on the city below, but he wasn't really seeing it. He had his hands deep in his pockets, but I could tell they were clenched into fists. You could feel the tension. He was fighting something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I knew it wasn't just fear. There was something more sinister there. Something more.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down and then walked slowly towa
