When Silence Speaks The Day I Overheard the Unthinkable
I had just gotten home one cool autumn evening. The house was unusually quiet—a deep, almost eerie silence that made every step I took seem amplified. My three-year-old son, Leo, was sound asleep in his room, cocooned in soft blankets that smelled faintly of his favorite lavender lotion. I tiptoed through the hallway, careful not…