Eden POV

There’s a weird silence in this hotel room. I used to pray for the same silence in my foster family’s home. Everything was loud and chaotic and ever changing. I would sit still while the world blurred in movement around me.

This silence is different from that.

This is a penetrating, bleeding silence that slowly cuts at my surface until I fall into a lump of shredded discard. There’s nowhere to hide in this room, to feel vulnerable, and they see ...