Raya didn't go back into the room.
She didn't confront him.
She didn't cry.
She didn't scream.
Instead…
She walked past the slightly ajar door quietly, her steps slow and almost mechanical, as if her body was moving on autopilot while her mind remained frozen in shock. Each footstep felt heavy, disconnected from the rest of her, like she was floating through a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
Her mind was blank.
Too blank.
A terrifying kind of emptiness that swallowed every thought before it could fully form. She made her way down the grand staircase and into the spacious sitting room, her movements stiff and robotic. She sank onto the wide couch, her hands resting loosely in her lap, her eyes staring at nothing in particular, the ornate coffee table, the flickering flames in the fireplace, the expensive artwork on the walls. None of it registered.
She didn't even know how to react.
Should she scream?
