Silent love

Chapter 32

On the previous chapter...

Me on the other hand, never visited her. Of course if something was wrong, I would go look and check. But other then that I never had a full conversation with my mother. Not that I didn't want it, she didn't. She wouldn't even look at me, let alone a having a conversation with me.

The worst part? I will never know the reason.

Yaqueline covered her mouth, stepping closer but not too close. Divine grabbed onto Jacques' arm, her fingers digging into his sleeve. 

"What the-". Seth started, but he stopped. He saw. He understood. 

I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to stay still. To not react. But inside, something cracked. 

Overdose. I knew the signs. The vacant expression, the faint trace of white powder on her nose, the way her lips had turned an unnatural shade of blue. 

I reached out, placing a firm hand on Seraphina's shoulder. "She's gone". My voice was steady. Colder than I intended. 

Seraphina froze. Then she shook her head violently. "No. No, she's not-".
"She's gone, Seraphina". I said it again, forcing the words out, forcing her to hear it.

The room was silent.

No one moved.

No one spoke. Just the cold, and the weight of death between us.

                  ʚ YAQUELINE'S POV ɞ

A few hours had passed. It was late, past two in the morning.

The house was eerily quiet now, stripped of the chaos from earlier. Her body had been taken away, the mess cleaned up, but the weight of what had happened lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. 

We knew now. It wasn't just an overdose. 

It was a different kind of cocaine, something new, something not from the usual supply. And there was only one person reckless enough to hand her something untested. 

Valerio. 

That was the theory, at least. No one said it outright, but we were all thinking it. 

Most of us were still downstairs. Some sat in silence, others spoke in hushed voices, but the energy in the room was the same.

Unsettled. 

Fiorenzo wasn't here. He hadn't been since earlier, locking himself away in his room, refusing to talk to anyone. I didn't blame him. No one expected him to come down.

But then. A gunshot. 

Sharp.

Sudden. From upstairs. 

The air left my lungs, my body tensing before my mind could catch up. Federico was the first to move. He was already running before the rest of us fully processed what had just happened. The sound of his heavy footsteps echoed through the house as we scrambled to follow. 

My heartbeat pounded in my ears.

Please, no. 

We reached the hallway. Fiorenzo's door was shut. Federico was already there, trying the handle. It didn't budge. Locked.

Without hesitation, he stepped back and kicked the door near the lock, hard. It didn't break on the first try, but the second time, it slammed open with a violent crack against the wall.