Chapter 28: Against The Silence II

Another Sunday

The morning was wrapped in a soft hush, the kind that settled over the town like a gentle hand pressing against the pulse of chaos. Glenavare was never loud, not in the way cities were, but there was a different stillness today. It wasn’t eerie, nor was it unsettling—it was the quiet that came before movement, before purpose. The sky hung in a muted gray, clouds veiling the sun in a slow drift, allowing only fractured beams of light to kiss the damp earth. The scent of dew and fresh soil lingered in the crisp morning air, carrying the weight of something new, something waiting.

Inside the house, warmth reigned over the morning chill. The air carried the scent of fresh tea, toasted bread, and something faintly floral from the candle Cleo had lit in the corner. The windows were slightly fogged from the contrast between the cool air outside and the lingering heat of the home. It was a rare kind of peace, one that had become a luxury in their lives.