Beneath Still Water

Dante

The air was different inside the mansion.

It wasn't loud or obvious, no sudden outbursts, no late-night arguments, but subtle, like a current beneath still water. A pause that wasn't there before when she kissed me good-bye. The way her eyes flicked to her phone before she met my gaze. The faint scent of gunpowder that clung to her jacket when she came in late and said she'd been "just runni