Chapter 64
Breaking the Silence
(Esha’s POV)
The house was silent. Too silent. For the past seven days, it had been just me, rattling around in the empty halls like a ghost. Aunt Sharon and Uncle Adam had left for their well-deserved vacation, their laughter and chatter replaced by an oppressive quiet that wrapped itself around me. At first, I’d welcomed it. I’d convinced myself it was what I needed—time to think, to heal, to process everything that had happened.
But it didn’t feel like healing. It felt like spiraling.
I’d lost count of how many cups of tea I’d made only to leave them untouched, the steam dissipating into the air like my resolve. My journal lay abandoned on the coffee table, its pages accusingly blank. I hadn’t written a single word since Cassandra left. Not because
