The night was very quiet the kind of quiet that feels full, not empty. Outside, the lake shimmered beneath a low-hanging moon, the water mirroring a thousand stars scattered across the sky. Adrian sat on the porch of the lake house, a glass of whiskey in his hand, watching the soft ripples move across the surface. He was older now not by much in years, but in heart, in mind, in the places that truly counted. Inside, he could hear faint laughter at the hallway Gabriel and Elias talking over the phone, catching up about college life, their voices warm and familiar. The sound made him smile. For a moment, he just sat there, taking it all in the peace, the quiet hum of night, the soft rustle of pine trees whispering against the wind. He remembered when silence used to terrify him. When it was a reminder of loss, of loneliness, of ghosts that refused to leave. But now, silence was comfort. It was home. He swirled the whiskey slowly, his gaze distant, thoughts drifting like the water
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