Chapter 262

SIENNA

Two days later, the house was loud again.

Not the sharp, fractured noise of crisis. Not the low murmur of fear that had lived inside these walls for weeks.

Real noise.

Children arguing over cereal. Celine laughing too loudly at something Arthur insisted wasn’t funny. The faint hum of the television no one was actually watching.

It should have felt normal.

Instead, it felt fragile