Chapter 103 It Was Her

• In the suffocating silence that enveloped me, I rose from the bed, the weight of the envelope heavy in my hand like a burden too great to bear. With measured steps, I made my way to the study table, the world of politics beckoning to me from atop the pile of books. As I carefully lifted the hardcover tome, its weight paled in comparison to the emotional burden I carried in the other hand – a testament to the gravity of the words contained within the envelope.
• Placing the envelope on the table, I nestled it beneath the weight of the book, half-hidden from sight, as if seeking solace in the anonymity of its concealment. And without a backward glance, I left the room behind, the door ajar to prevent any disruption to the fragile peace that lingered within.
• My footsteps carried me forward, each step a silent testament to the resolve that burned within me. With practiced ease, I unlocked the front door, the sound barely a whisper in the stillness of the night. And as I slipped into the cool embrace of the darkness outside, I spared one last glance back at the closed door of her room, her soft snores a comforting lullaby drifting through the air.