_Lyla's POV_
The TV flickered softly in the dim room, casting a pale glow across the walls. Some old movie was playing, though I wasn’t really watching. I just needed the noise—something to distract me from the silence that pressed too tightly against my ears.
I sat on the edge of the couch, my legs curled beneath me, a blanket draped over my lap. My fingers toyed with a loose thread, pulling and twisting it until it broke. The air felt heavy tonight. The atmosphere was still. Like the quiet before a storm.
Across the room, the seer sat on the floor, legs crossed, eyes shut in deep meditation. Her breathing was slow. Her lips moved every now and then, whispering words I couldn’t hear.
I glanced at her now and then, wondering what she saw. What she felt.
Because I felt something too.
