11: Unseen Battles

Returning to the Everett estate after the funeral, Lily's heart was heavy, her mind a tumult of emotions. The house, once a symbol of unity and love, now felt like a cold, distant place. As she stepped through the grand entrance, the laughter and chatter in the living room seemed to mock her sorrow. Martha, the loyal housekeeper, approached with concern. "Mrs. Everett, you're back. Can I get you anything?" Lily, her grief still raw, declined with a faint smile, "No, thank you, Martha. I just need some time alone." Her black funeral attire contrasted sharply with the lively atmosphere of the living room. As she ascended the stairs, the judgmental gazes of the Everett family members and their guests followed her, their whispers a subtle reminder of her precarious position in the household. Michael, sitting in his chair, observed her silently. His expression was unreadable, a mask hiding any hint of emotion. The burning cigarette between his fingers was a mere prop in his stoi