Elena and Lyra returned from their visit to the village, their footsteps echoing softly in the hallway of their home.
As they entered, a heavy silence greeted them, contrasting starkly with the usual warmth and bustle that filled the house. Matthew, Reina, and Xenia sat in the living room, their expressions unreadable yet tinged with an undercurrent of tension.
They looked at each other in a silent exchange, their gazes questioning and uneasy.Elena and Lyra exchanged a puzzled glance before turning their attention to the trio seated in front of them.
Something was amiss, and the atmosphere crackled with unspoken words.Matthew broke the silence, his voice calm yet carrying a weight of seriousness as he stretched forth his hand towards Elena.
In his palm rested a key, its intricate design catching the soft light filtering through the curtains. Elena hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing against Matthew's as she took the key from him.
