Lethal Equals

Vittoria

I woke to silence.

Not the kind of silence that calms.

The suffocating kind that presses on your chest.

I opened my eyes to the softness of my room.

I slowly sat up, the throbbing ache in my shoulder reminding me of the chaos of days before.

I heard voices downstairs — low, mumbled, contained.

Dante: join us for breakfast, there are matters to be discussed

I slid out of bed, freshened up