ونڊيل آڊيو

*The morning light filtered through the shop's front window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The silence of the night had been replaced by a tense, fragile quiet. Jane had slept fitfully in her room, every creak of the floorboards from Liana's room above making her heart clench. She had no idea if Ethan had actually slept in Liana's bed or on the floor beside it, but the fact that he had stayed up there at all was a boundary drawn in stone.* *She rose early, moving through the famil