The house felt too silent. After all the shouting and tears, nobody spoke now. The air felt heavy and hurt had settled in every corner.

Jamie sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a little toy car that Maya once gave him. He didn’t play with it—he just hugged it like it could bring her back. His small face was red and swollen from crying.

Daniel stood by the window, arms folded, staring outside but not really seeing anything. His mind was racing. Everything that had happened in the last few days kept playing in his head like a broken movie. Maya’s words. Jamie’s tears. Lena’s excuses. Nothing...