Whispers of Betrayal

DARIO

Leaving them at the house is much harder than I thought it would be.

I leave them at the top of the stairs, at the threshold of the right wing, and keep walking. I keep walking and I don’t turn back because I know that if I do, if I stop, if I even look back, I won’t leave.

The door closes softly behind me. The sound is final, in a way that tightens my jaw.

I tell myself I have to do this. I