Chloe’s POV

As we drove down, stopping at the entrance, I knew this night wasn’t going to be any worse than the day was.

The house was quiet moment we stepped in.

Not empty, cause it was full. Full of people, of staffs walking up and down, full of quiet movement. Yet it was too quiet, like a place holding its breath after a scream. The kind of silence that presses against your ears until your heart starts pounding just to remind you that you’re still alive.

The baby cried.

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