The morning after the fight the house woke up differently.Not in any way that was visible to someone who didn’t know it well. The same routines, the same movements, Mrs Alves in the kitchen before anyone else, Leo appearing at his usual hour, the mansion doing what it always did in the early hours, moving through the mechanics of itself without announcement.But Daniel knew this house now, he knew it the way you knew a place you had lived in long enough to feel its moods, the way a shift in its atmosphere registered before you could name what had shifted. He felt it the moment he came downstairs on the first morning, the particular quality of the quiet, something tighter than usual, more careful, as if the house itself was aware that something had happened inside it and was moving around that something with deliberate attention.Tim was already gone.Not unusual. Tim left early most mornings but this felt different from the ordinary absence of a man who rose before daylight and was a
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