You've Grown Taller

Her husband stepped into the living room, his critical gaze now directed at Bella and Kafka. Camila trailed behind, her heart pounding as she prepared herself for whatever was about to unfold.

She had braced herself for chaos as her husband entered the living room. She had expected sharp words, confrontations, or even Kafka losing his composure completely. But when she stepped into the room, she was met with an unexpected and eerie silence.

Nothing really happened at all, but the absence of noise was unsettling.

As her eyes scanned the room, she finally caught sight of Kafka, and what she saw left her momentarily stunned.

He was lying back on the sofa, his head tilted slightly to one side, his eyes closed. His face was still set in that unnervingly blank expression, the tension in his jaw and furrow of his brow making him look almost menacing even in sleep.