The house was unnervingly quiet.

It had been days since the fire, but the weight of silence still hung thick in the air, suffocating the life that once filled the mansion. Louis sat by the grand window, his gaze fixated on the horizon, though he saw nothing. His mind was consumed by the burning memories of Daisy—the way she would laugh at his sarcasm, the warmth of her body pressed against his, the softness of her lips when they shared stolen kisses. Every detail of her, etched into his mind like a scar that wouldn’t fade.

The room, once a space filled with life and conversation, felt like a tomb....