Amber
Rayne had been quiet since his abrupt visit, and it was unsettling.
I wasn’t sure what I had expected after that day — maybe for him to show up at the hospital, lurking by the emergency entrance like some stubborn shadow. Maybe he'd camp outside the house, demanding to see Evalie. Maybe he'd blow up my phone with calls or texts, shouting accusations. I even thought he'd try to contact Evalie somehow.
But he didn’t.
Not a call.
Not a visit.
Nothing.
Just silence.
And while a small part of me was grateful for the peace, I knew better than to trust it. I knew it was too early to celebrate, too naive to hope that it was over.
This — this eerie stillness — it felt like the proverbial calm before the storm.
A heavy, loaded quiet that pressed against my chest like a hand waiting to shove me under when I least expected it.
I tried to shake the feeling, tried to convince myself I was just being paranoid — that maybe Rayne had gotten the closure he needed. Maybe seeing Evalie, even from a
