CHAPTER THREE****Liana Pov****Silence can be louder than gunfire.That’s what I learned in the car.Ethan drove, hands steady on the wheel, jaw clenched tight. Damien sat in the backseat behind me, his presence a dark gravitational pull I could feel without seeing.Three hearts, three breaths, one suffocating space.I looked out the window just to avoid looking at either of them. The city blurred by — glass towers, coffee shops, the rusted skeleton of an old bridge. The world continued like nothing had broken.Ava had lost her mother.Damien had lost his wife.And I had been dragged back into a story I tried so hard to end.“Traffic’s lighter today,” Ethan said, voice controlled, too careful.Damien didn’t respond.I glanced at him through the mirror accidentally. He was watching me — not the road, not Ethan, not his phone. Just… me.Like he was memorizing the shape of my silence.I looked away fast.Ethan noticed. Of course he did.“Capeview funeral home?” Ethan asked.“Yes,” Damie
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