The price of silence

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I launched off the bed, remnants of yesterday’s thoughts swirling in my mind. Something had shifted—my priorities, my perspective. I couldn’t fully grasp it yet, but for the first time in a long while, I knew things had to change.

My laptop sat untouched on the desk, coated in a thin layer of dust. I wiped it with my sleeve, clearing more than just the grime. Today was going to be different.

"Good morning."

Joyce’s cheerful voice broke the silence.

I nodded in response, hoping it would satisfy her curiosity. But her gaze lingered, as if waiting for an explanation.

"Someone’s up with a good spirit," she teased, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Have a nice day," I said, managing a small smile.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, stepping out and shutting the door behind her.

Hours Later…

I leaned back in my chair, exhaustion sinking into my bones. My eyes burned from hours of staring at the screen, but I felt accomplished. For the first time in forever, my résumé was updated, my job search in full swing.

Then my phone buzzed.

I grabbed it absentmindedly, but the moment I read the message, my stomach twisted.

Unknown Number: We need to talk. Are you free?

I frowned, my fingers hesitating before typing.

Me: Who is this?

The reply came almost instantly.

Unknown Number: Meet me at Grills Inc. 8 AM.

A chill ran down my spine. This wasn’t one of Dickson’s usual games. Something about it felt… off.

I typed again. "Who are you?"

Three dots blinked on the screen. Then—

Unknown Number: When you're here, you'll know.

I stared at the message, my thoughts spinning.

Who the hell was this?

Was it a mistake? Or was someone actually trying to reach me? Either way, I didn’t have much of a choice.

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That Evening…

It was almost six, and Joyce still wasn’t back.

"Where is this little puppy at?" I muttered, glancing at the door.

Almost immediately, a soft knock broke the silence. I didn’t need to guess who it was.

I swung the door open.

"Where in the world have you been?" Joyce asked, her voice low, her exhaustion evident.

"Hey, how was your day?" I greeted her with a light kiss on the cheek.

"Tiring," she admitted, slipping off her bag. "I might just skip dinner."

"No problem. I’ll bring yours upstairs before bed."

She gave me a small, appreciative smile. That was enough.

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The Next Morning…

Rrring! Rrring!

The shrill blare of my alarm pierced through my sleep, stabbing at my ears like needles.

I groaned, rolling over, my body protesting with every stiff movement. Squinting at the clock, I froze.

"It can’t be."

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