Dinner ended terribly.
The air in the house felt heavy, almost suffocating.
Neither of Viola's tenants lingered in the dining area for long.
Ezekiel postponed the discussion about their plans.
Viola agreed with him and told him that she will take care of the papers in the living room.
Ezekiel bowed to her expressing his gratitude.
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After finishing the dishes quietly, he excused himself and headed to his room without looking back.
Upstairs, Elizabeth rushed toward her room as if she were fleeing a battlefield. She slammed the door shut with such force that the entire house echoed with a loud bang.
And just like that, Viola was left alone.
Again.
She stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the empty spaces that had just been occupied minutes ago. A faint sigh escaped her lips.
She wasn't sleepy yet.
Her mind was still too active.
