Chapter 88 – The fear
Lucian
The house was quiet. Too quiet.
The twins had settled in their room with crayons and bedtime stories, their little voices a faint murmur down the hall. But behind our bedroom door there was only stillness the kind that hums with something broken.
I stood there for a long moment, hand hovering over the handle. The sound I'd heard earlier those muffled sobs had stopped, but that silence scared me more.
When I finally pushed the door open, the light was dim. The curtains were drawn, the air heavy with lavender and rain. Rina sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me, still in the dress she'd worn to the park. Her shoulders were slumped, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt like she was trying to hold herself together.
"Rina…" My voice came out low, cautious.
She didn't look up.
I closed the door softly behind me and crossed the room, stopping a few steps away. "You've been quiet since you got home."
"I'm fine," she whispered.
