The mansion was quiet, but the peace was far from its inhabitants. From the comfort of her room, Blair watched the snow damn the hard ground. The season was settling in, yet she stood frozen, not from the chills outside but from the storm raging within her. On the side, her Kabir sat on the soft sofa in their bedroom, flipping through school brochures and flyers for the boys.
Their current school was no longer safe, and their safety came first. He was deeply focused on his work, his brows furrowed and his eyes glaring, while Blair's heart ached even more. She had so much she wanted to say, so many questions to ask, and a thousand reasons to be angry, but she dared not.
"Speak." Kabir's voice cut through the silence like lightning on a heavily rainy night; his eyes lifted from the documents and settled on her. Blair's fingers dug into her palm. Even then, she couldn't bring herself to say anything. "Nothing," she murmured, turning back to the drizzling snow.
