Sebastian’s POV

The house was quiet when I returned. Too quiet.

The kind of silence that hides tension in its corners.

I dropped my keys on the table and exhaled. The rain had followed me home, soaking my jacket, chilling my bones. I should have gone straight to my room, but I hesitated in the hallway.

This house never felt like home. It was large, polished, perfect — but lonely. The walls were painted with May’s taste, not mine. Every picture, every vase, every color spoke of her pride, ...