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Celine never imagined that an ordinary life could become a distant dream. Fleeing from a shadowy past that left scars on her soul, she finds herself tangled in a web of deceit, sacrifice, and a desperate quest for freedom. 

When Cleo, her fiercely loyal and quick-witted best friend, staged an elaborate deception at the hospital—feigning paralysis to mislead their pursuers—Celine realized how far they would have to go to protect her twin daughters, Katherine and Catherine. The escape was swift and perilous, culminating in their arrival at Glenavare, a secluded town surrounded by dense woods. But safety came at a cost. 

Cleo’s calculated risk created the illusion that they had been left behind, allowing them to vanish into a quiet life. While Cleo healed from her staged injuries, she played the role of the vigilant protector, her mind always working to secure their fragile peace. Celine, once a disciplined army trainee, adapted to a simple life, pouring all her love into her daughters. Together, they tried to build a semblance of normalcy.

Years later, the twins thrive in Glenavare, their laughter filling the cobblestone streets and their innocence untouched by the secrets their family hides. But the weight of the past presses heavily on both Celine and Cleo. Whispers of unresolved threats and lingering danger haunt their quiet moments, reminding them that their sanctuary is not guaranteed forever.

Cleo and Celine’s bond is tested as they navigate the delicate balance between normalcy and vigilance. Cleo wrestles with her lingering guilt over her harsh methods, knowing every calculated move was for their survival. Celine, on the other hand, struggles to reconcile her instincts to shield her daughters with the harsh reality that they might always live in fear. 

As secrets begin to unravel and old enemies stir, Celine and Cleo realize that their carefully built refuge might not be as impenetrable as they thought. They are forced to confront their own pasts.

Beneath The Warmth of Deceit

The morning carried a deceptive stillness, the kind that wrapped around the house like a warm embrace, shielding them—however briefly—from the world outside. Sunlight filtered through the curtains in soft, golden slants, illuminating the wooden dining table where breakfast was laid out. 


Celine poured herself another cup of coffee, her fingers curling around the warm ceramic as she took a slow sip. Across from her, Catherine pushed her eggs around her plate with the tip of her fork, sharp eyes flickering between her mother and Cleo. 


Kaitherine, ever observant, flipped another page of her book without looking up. “You both look like hell.” 


Cleo barely paused mid-bite. “Charming as ever.” 


Catherine arched a brow. “So? How bad was it?” 


Chapter 27: Against The Silence