AVA’S POV

It’s crazy how silence has become my closest friend. Or maybe I’m just losing my f*cking mind.

Because every night, I sit in the kids’ bedroom and talk to them like they’re present. Even though the beds are empty, no one answers back.

It's been days since I heard them cry, their cries usually fill the air like music, I didn’t know I’d miss it and now those cries vanished.

I sit here anyway.

My voice is soft and trembling, as the lullaby comes out of me before I can stop ...