A secret to each night

The air in the house hung heavy with unspoken tension, a palpable discomfort that clung to every corner. I had spent too long confined within the walls of Kelan's room, surrounded by the echoes of secrets and the weight of my own choices. Today, I decided it was time to break free, to face the world beyond that suffocating space. As I stepped into the living room, a hushed silence fell over the occupants. Whispers and sidelong glances followed me like a shadow. It seemed my departure from the seclusion of Kelan's room was perceived as a sign of impending doom, and the household recoiled from my presence. Avoiding eye contact, I made my way through the living room, a ghost passing through a realm of the living. Even Priscilla, the housemaid I thought we shared some emotions glanced away as if unable to meet my gaze. The atmosphere was thick with judgment, disdain, and I felt the sting of their collective rejection. At the walkway, the tension heightened. Jason and Carey, the architects