This is one of my few written stories (for now), and it explores dark, emotional territory - a quiet descent from love into isolation. It's a character-driven narrative meant to test the reader's empathy, patience, and sense of right and wrong. What begins as a tender reflection on belonging and family slowly unravels into something more unsettling. It's not a horror story in the traditional sense, but it is meant to leave you uneasy. Interpret it how you will. I'm still learning, but I hope it connects with someone out there.