Julia — First-Person POVThe house was quiet by ten.Not the held-breath quiet of the early months — not the quiet of something waiting, something watching, something staged to look like safety while something else moved underneath it. The genuine quiet of a house that had been full and was now emptying in the natural way, people finding their ways home or to their rooms, the day completing itself without drama.Eleanor was the last to go upstairs.She paused at the bottom of the staircase and looked at me across the entrance hall — a look that had become familiar over the months, the specific quality of a woman who was still learning what it meant to have a daughter and was practicing it in small moments rather than large declarations."Goodnight," she said."Goodnight," I said.She climbed the stairs.I stood in the entrance hall and listened to the house settle around me.Then I went to check on Eliot.He was asleep.Of course he was — had been since eight, had gone down with the sp
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