Todos los capítulos de Somewhere in the silence: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Chapter One: Shattered VowsThe key slipped into the lock with a soft click.Nate Whitmore balanced a paper bag of takeout in one hand and a small bouquet of white lilies in the other. He smiled to himself as he pushed open the door to the apartment he shared with Eric, his fiance. He loved lilies. He always said roses were overdone."Babe?" he called.No answer.The apartment was unusually quiet, save for faint laughter drifting from somewhere deeper inside.He frowned."Eric?"A man's voice answered insteadThat definitely wasn't Eric.Nate froze.His heart gave one hard, painful thud before instinct carried him toward the bedroom. Every step felt heavier than the last, as if something deep inside him already knew what he was about to find.The bedroom door was half-open.He pushed it wider.Time stopped.Eric was tangled in the sheets.He wasn't alone.A man Nate had never seen before lay beside him, shirtless, his expression shifting instantly from pleasure to horror.Eric's face

Chapter Three: The FallThree weeks.That was how long it had been since Nate walked out of the apartment he had once called home.Three weeks since he'd found Eric with another man.Three weeks since his future had collapsed in the space of a single heartbeat.At first, everyone had expected him to grieve.Instead, he unraveled.He stopped answering calls.Stopped going to the gym.Stopped cooking real meals.Barely even went to school.He barely slept, and when he did, he woke with Eric's face burned into his mind.The hospital became the only place he pretended everything was normal. He showed up on time, smiled through ward rounds, and buried himself in patient casefiles. But the moment the workday ended, the mask came off.Every evening ended the same way.A bar.A bottle.A stranger's conversation he wouldn't remember by morning.Tonight was no different.The music inside The Iron Lantern was loud enough to rattle the glasses behind the counter. Neon lights flashed across sweaty

Chapter Five: A House That RememberedThe drive home took just under four hours.For the first hour, neither Nate nor Micah spoke.Rain chased the windshield in steady waves as the highway stretched endlessly before them. The radio played softly in the background, filling the silence with songs neither of them was really listening to.Nate sat in the passenger seat with his forehead against the cool window, watching the familiar landscape slowly replace the city skyline.Towering buildings gave way to rolling fields.The traffic thinned.The roads became narrower.Every passing mile pulled him closer to a place he hadn't seen in six years.He hadn't planned to ever come back."You're awfully quiet," Micah said, keeping his eyes on the road."I was hoping you'd enjoy it."Micah chuckled."You used to talk enough for both of us.""People change.""Some do."Nate didn't answer.The silence settled again.---By the time they crossed the weathered welcome sign that marked the entrance to

The Elsher house was unusually quiet. The kind of quiet that settled over a family after too many arguments. Breakfast had ended in silence. Lunch had been eaten separately. By dinner, Sarah had given up trying to get everyone around the same table. Four people occupied the house. Four people grieved in different ways. And none of them knew how to reach the others.----------------------The music in Max's room was loud enough to shake the walls. He wasn't listening to it. He just wanted it loud enough to drown out the rest of the house. His textbooks lay open across his desk. Homework untouched. His phone buzzed.Jaden: You alive?Max ignored it.Another message.Kai: Coming tonight?He stared at it. His mother had taken his car keys.Grounded him.Confiscated half his freedom.Still...There were w

The pounding in Nate's head woke him before the sunlight did.He groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow.Every heartbeat felt like a hammer striking the inside of his skull.His mouth was dry.His stomach churned.He'd made it back to the Elsher house sometime after one in the morning, but the details were hazy.He remembered the bar.Three... maybe four whiskeys.A conversation with an old man who'd lost his wife.Driving home.After that...Nothing.He rolled onto his back and immediately regretted it as the room spun."Fantastic," he muttered hoarsely."Doctor of the Year."The irony wasn't lost on him.A future physician who knew exactly what alcohol did to the body, yet kept poisoning his own.He closed his eyes again.Maybe if he stayed perfectly still...His brain would stop trying to escape through his temples.----------------------Downstairs, the house was already awake.Sarah hummed softly as she folded laundry in the living room.Micah had to leave early for the