Chapter 22 - The weight of Silence

Lynda barely sleep at nights, ad last night was not different. She lay beside Lucas as he went into a deep and steady sleep, but her own mind refused to rest. His arm was thrown heavily around her waist, maybe to anyone else, it looks loving. To her it felt like a reminder, I am here. I am watching you. She stared up at the ceiling, long past midnight, wishing for peace, but the darkness around her felt alive. Pressing in all sides. Every tiny noise, the ...