The Silence We Burn In
She moved through life with practiced grace, masking the grief that never faded. The death of her mother was a wound she carried in silence, hidden beneath a composed exterior. Normalcy was her shield, even as sorrow gnawed at the edges of her soul.He was a boy carved from loss, his innocence stolen by a cruel stepfather's fists and words. Where love once lived, only cold fury remained. Beneath his indifferent gaze simmered a storm, a silent promise of reckoning.Two souls-one haunted by sorrow, the other by rage-walking the edge of their breaking points.…