FREYA'S POV
The night had wrapped my house in shadows. It felt quiet, and I felt alone. Debra was not back yet, and the quietness reminded me of the good times we had together. It made me miss her more. The rooms were not lively as before; they felt empty. I moved around, but it was like the house was holding its breath, waiting for something.
I sat on the couch, sinking into it. The silence felt heavy, and the clock ticking made it worse. Each second felt longer, stretching the solitude. In the dim light, the memories of happy times and secrets shared lingered on the walls, freezing moments from when the house was alive.
The quietness started to feel like a maze of memories, and Marshall's absence weighed on me. It was like his presence was still in the walls, and I couldn't escape it
