Eden POV
There’s a weird silence in this hotel room. I used to pray for the same silence in my foster family’s home. Everything was loud and chaotic and ever changing. I would sit still while the world blurred in movement around me.
This silence is different from that.
This is a penetrating, bleeding silence that slowly cuts at my surface until I fall into a lump of shredded discard. There’s nowhere to hide in this room, to feel vulnerable, and they see that.
“I told the police everything that happened,” I say at last, breaking the tensile silence.
Erik waves his hand in the air, swatting away an imaginary bug. “I’m aware of what you told the police, Eden, but I don’t believe you.”
I swallow. “I don’t know anything else; I promise.”
“So you’re gone for three days, but you don’t see
