What We Leave Unsaid
LAURA’S POV
The sound of the front door slamming behind me echoed through the mansion like a thunderclap—loud, jarring, and final.
The echo bounced off the high ceilings, raced down the hallways, and settled in my chest like a bruise. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until I was already halfway down the corridor, my heels striking the marble floor like hammer blows, my hands clenched into trembling fists at my sides.
God, I hated this silence.
It wasn’t the kind of silence that brought peace. It was the kind that screamed. The kind that sank into the wallpaper, into the polished floors, into the very bones of this house like rot. It wrapped around me, tight and cold, reminding me that beneath all the grandeur and money and sparkling chandeliers, so
