Chapter 25 Talk

• The night had fallen, and the house was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant rustle of the wind outside. I sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of the past few days pressing down on me.
• My mind swirled with questions, anger, and a deep, gnawing ache in my chest. I could still feel the heat of the argument with Rita, the sting of her disapproval lingering like a bad taste in my mouth. But beneath that, something else had begun to grow—a quiet, dangerous thought that threatened to consume me.
• I stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth across the room. My fingers brushed against the corner of the dresser, my gaze moving to the window, where the moonlight spilled across the floor. The quiet seemed to mock me, reminding me of the stillness in my own heart.