Chapter 11 Silent Tears

• The silence was deafening.
• It was not peaceful or calm, but heavy, suffocating, like a weight pressing down on my lungs until each breath felt stolen. It followed me down every corridor of this house—through the grand hallways, past locked doors, into the dining room where chandeliers glowed above an empty table.
• Dominic Kane didn’t need to raise his voice to break me. His silence was sharper than any blade.