Unspoken Goodnights

The night air had a weight to it, soft, thick, humming with the kind of tension that only lingers when the ground has just quaked but the aftershocks have yet to finish. The Langfords’ luxury cars gleamed faintly under the streetlamps lined along the quiet neighborhood. Inside the house, voices had long since gone silent after Tessa stormed out, leaving Ares at the table with a plate of unfinished food and Ayisha with her restless thoughts.

It was Damien who broke the ...