SuspicionThe silence in the house was louder than any scream.Sierra sat at the dining table, her untouched cup of tea cooling in her hand. Her mother flipped through a magazine, too intently, the corners of her mouth tight. Damien, as always, was the picture of calm. He sipped his coffee, his gaze hidden behind the paper, every muscle composed, every breath measured.But Sierra felt the shift in the air, the tension coiling tighter with each passing moment. Her mother had grown quieter these past days, her eyes lingering on Sierra and Damien in ways that made her skin prickle. There was no accusation yet, no words spoken, but suspicion was there, thick and suffocating.The mask hadn’t fallen yet. But it was cracking, and the echoes of suspicion rang in every silence, in every too-long glance.Her mother looked up suddenly. “Damien,” she said, her tone light but edged. “Could you check the car later? It’s making that sound again.”Damien folded the paper neatly. “Of course.”Her moth
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