Brandon's POV
The backyard had always been my favorite place in the house.
It was strange how a place could remain the same while the people inside it became unrecognizable.
I had gone out to the pool after spending the whole afternoon till evening scavenging through my mother's things.
The pool shimmered beneath the afternoon sun, its surface disturbed only by the lazy breeze that drifted through the garden. The trimmed hedges stood as neatly as they always had. Somewhere beyond the fence, birds chirped without a care in the world.
Everything looked peaceful.
But not me.
I was still bothered by not finding anything helpful for my mother's case. It was almost as if everything was in order and just right. Almost too perfect.
I stepped out through the glass doors, hoping the fresh air would quiet the noise in my head.
Instead, it only reminded me how silent the house had become.
No laughter.
No music.
No Mum.
Just silence.
