After finishing the dishes quietly, he excused himself and headed to his room without looking back.
Upstairs, Elizabeth rushed toward her room as if she were fleeing a battlefield. She slammed the door shut with such force that the entire house echoed with a loud bang.
And just like that, Viola was left alone.
Again.
She stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the empty spaces that had just been occupied minutes ago. A faint sigh escaped her lips.
She wasn't sleepy yet.
Her mind was still too active.
So instead of resting, she gathered the papers she and Ezekiel had been reviewing earlier. The documents were scattered across the table, filled with notes, maps, and coded reminders.
She carefully organized them, aligning the edges neatly before walking toward the television.
Behind it was a hidden compartment she had installed days ago.
She pressed a small, nearly invisible switch, and a narrow drawer slid open silently.
Inside were more confidential documents. .
