THE OLD HOUSE – BACKYARD POOL
The clinking of silverware and quiet murmurs faded behind her as Silver stepped outside, leaving the dining hall behind.
The night was cool, the scent of fresh-cut grass and chlorine mixing in the air as she walked toward the backyard pool. The lanterns lining the stone path flickered softly, casting shadows that danced in the moonlight.
She took a deep breath, her fingers grazing the bandage wrapped around her hand—the one she had gotten from crushing the glass earlier.
It was still throbbing, but the pain was nothing compared to the storm inside her.
She needed air.
She needed a moment to think.
The first part of her plan was in motion, but tonight wasn't over yet.
Just as she reached the edge of the pool, staring at her distorted reflection in the water, the sound of approaching footsteps made her smirk.
She didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
Cici.
Silver kept her eyes on the water, waiting.
