Isabelle’s POV
I used to think silence meant peace. That stillness was a reward for surviving the noise.
But now, I’ve learned that silence is where the weight settles.
It’s where every word you never said starts to echo.
Where all the masks you’ve worn crack, just slightly.
And tonight, silence feels heavier than it’s ever been.
The rain outside taps softly against the balcony doors, the city drowned in the hush that only comes with late hours and unresolved war. I sit on the edge of my armchair, a blanket draped over my shoulders like armor I didn’t realize I needed.
I don’t move. I don’t speak. I just watch the shadows of the room shift as headlights pass by below.
The files on Walter and Kaia are stacked neatly on the coffee table in front of me. Closed. Not because I’m finishe
