The oppressive silence of the main room hit me first, a thick, suffocating blanket that pressed down on my chest. I'd just stepped inside, but an immediate wave of nausea washed over me, an overwhelming sensation that made my head spin. It wasn't just the silence; it was the memories clinging to the air, the ghosts of laughter and whispered promises that now felt like daggers. Sharp, burning ache flared in my throat, a physical manifestation of the unshed tears, the unspoken screams trapped within me. Tommorow is her birthday "Amaira"