Viola.

That day didn't pass easily at all—not for me with the shock lingering, and not for Mathew, who was pacing like a storm.

Mathew even didn't sleep a wink all night, tossing beside me, eyes open staring ceiling. And he insisted on changing our room immediate, packing bags frantic.

"No staying—too tainted; new space," he'd say. I accepted that quick because I didn't feel safe one bit in there either, chills every corner. "Yeah—let's move; fresh start," I agreed, helping fold ...