DAMI’S POV

The house was quiet again. I stepped out of my room, dressed for work but the silence met me before I even reached the stairs. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of quiet. It was the heavy, echoing type that made your chest feel tight. I paused, hand resting lightly on the rail and just looked down into the living room.

There used to be mornings filled with noise here. Alexa laughing about something Rhea said. Axel leaning against the kitchen island, watching me walk down the stairs ...