His Mother’s SilenceValerie. I leaned against the wooden balcony railing, gazing out at the vast forest behind the estate. The air was crisper here, fresh and filled with the quiet rustle of wind through leaves. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear wolves howling soft, melodic, and oddly comforting now.Behind me, the glass doors to the guest room slid open with a soft click. I turned to see Max stepping out, a bottle of water in one hand, his other rubbing the back of his neck. He looked different tonight, less polished, more like the boy he must’ve once been.“Hey,” he said, walking toward me. “You okay?”I nodded. “Just thinking.”He handed me the bottle and leaned on the railing beside me, his body close but not imposing. We stood there for a beat, just listening to the wind.“You were quiet on the way back,” he said after a moment.“I’m just… processing everything,” I admitted. “Your mother’s grave. The things your father said. It’s a lot.”Max let out a low breath, eyes sca
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