Enzo shut the door behind him and turned the lock. Twice. The room didnβt feel safe, but it felt separate. That was enough. He didnβt turn on the light. There was no need. The dark was familiar. Easier than pretending. The room was tidy, almost empty. Nothing out of place, nothing loud. Just the bed, the desk, the photo he never looked at but never threw away. He sat down, back straight, breathing slow. The house moved around him β floorboards creaked, something distant clinked. His father was back. He didnβt flinch. Not anymore. Outside these walls, everything was too sharp. Too watched. In here, it was quiet. Thin walls, but enough space to disappear for a while. Enzo leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. Eyes on the floor. Waiting for the night to pass. Thenβ A knock. Soft. Just once. And everything in him went still.
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