Chapter 4Broken Frequencies: The Price of Silence

Back in our quiet apartment, I watched my mom set her keys on the table.

"Mom, I don't want to go to the Parkers' anymore. I can walk home by myself. I’m old enough."

My mom paused, looking at me with a knowing sadness.

"Why? Did something happen?"

I looked at the floor. "I just want to be home. Please. Just give me a spare key."

She eventually agreed.

My fragile pride had finally been broken by Liam’s coldness.

Without friends, I buried myself in books.

One year turned into three, then five. We grew up, and the gap between us only widened.

In high school, we were still in the same building, but in different social circles.

Liam had become the quintessential rebel.

He was always in trouble—fighting guys from rival schools, cutting class, staying out late.

But with that face and that "don't care" attitude, he was the king of the campus.

One day, I realized I’d forgotten my keys. I was sitting on the stairs outside our apartment, studying.

Liam and his mom walked up, carrying grocery bags.

Liam glanced at me, his eyes devoid of emotion, and moved to unlock their door.

Mrs. Parker was as warm as ever.

"Clara? Locked out? Come on in, honey."

"No, thank you, Mrs. Parker. I’ll just head to the market to find my mom."

"Nonsense. It's Liam’s birthday. I’ve cooked a feast. Stay for dinner."

I froze. Liam’s birthday? I hadn’t prepared a gift, and I definitely didn't want to be there.

"Oh, come on. You've grown so distant. I’ll call your mom. It's settled."

I couldn't find a way to say no. I followed them in, feeling like an intruder.

"Here, let me help you with those bags."