somewhatnaive

Some secrets are buried in silence. Others refuse to stay hidden.

Elara never expected a knock on her neighbor’s door to change everything. But when Liam—silent, guarded, and wrapped in mystery—hands her a note instead of speaking, she realizes his silence holds more than unspoken words. It holds a past he cannot outrun.

A forgotten journal. A map leading to a place that shouldn’t exist. A door buried in the earth—waiting to be opened. As Elara and Liam follow the clues, the shadows around them stir, whispering of something lost… and something that wants to be found.
What happens when you listen to the silence?

You hear the things that were never meant to be spoken.

When Silence Speaks

The figure was gone before the next lightning strike, a phantom vanishing into the storm. One moment, shadowed by the rain-streaked glass, a stark silhouette against the warm glow of the café, and the next, swallowed by the darkness of the street, an absence that left a chilling void. But Liam was already on his feet, his movements swift and decisive, his body coiled with a tension that spoke of imminent danger. 


“Elara,” he said, his voice urgent, a low rasp that carried the weight of unspoken fears. The rare use of her name, usually replaced by a silent understanding, set off alarms in her mind, a primal instinct warning of an approaching threat. “We need to go.” 


Chapter Thirteen: The Echoes We Bury