Chapter Eleven – The Silence After

Part One – Charisse

Day came by softly, grey and bruised, like the sky hadn’t yet recovered from the night before.

The mansion feels too still, too heavy.

The kind of quiet that doesn’t soothe, only reminds you of what you said when the world was louder.

Charisse moves through the hallways barefoot, her robe brushing the polished floor.

Everywhere she turns, she sees echoes of him.

The window where he stood in the storm.

The marble entryway where ...