The atmosphere in the living room feels suffocating, thick with despair and silence. Jareth sits slouched forward, his face buried in his hands as his shoulders tremble under the weight of his grief. His sobs are muted, but the agony radiates from him. Across the room, Briony barely pauses her weeping; the tears have streamed steadily since Vivienne stormed out hours ago. The sharp, cutting sound of her crying tears through my composure, slicing into me like shards of broken ...