Jamal had never understood how loud an empty house could be.Before Vivian left, he had always thought silence was peaceful.He had spent years enjoying it.He had built his life around it.A quiet house.Quiet mornings.Quiet evenings.A life where nobody asked too many questions and nobody had the power to disappoint him.But now?The silence was unbearable.Every corner of the house reminded him of her.The couch where she had fallen asleep waiting for him.The kitchen where she had prepared meals.The dining table where they had laughed over burnt food.The hallway where she used to walk barefoot in the mornings.Their bedroom.That was the worst.He had barely stepped inside since she left.Because the moment he did, he could see her.He could almost hear her voice.Almost feel the warmth of her beside him.And every memory came with the same painful realization.He had been given something beautiful.And he had nearly destroyed it.Jamal sat on the edge of the bed that morning,