The Cage of Lies
Isabella's point of view
The silence between us stretched, thick and suffocating, pressing against my skin like invisible chains, coiling tighter with every shallow breath that passed between us, every unspoken truth lingering in the air like the scent of something rotting, something decayed, something that had long since lost the illusion of life but still refused to be buried.
George stood in the doorway, his frame casting a shadow long and unyielding against the wooden floor, his presence an immovable force that consumed every inch of the room, seeping into the cracks of the walls, into the space between my ribs, into the fragile remnants of my sanity that trembled on the verge of collapse.
