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When Alyson returns to her grandparents' house to help settle what's left of it, she finds herself standing inside seventeen years of memory; both tender and unkind. The walls remember her laughter, the air carries the rhythm of her grandparents' routines, and every object seems to wait for her to finally notice what's changed.
In her dreams, Joe appears softer and attentive in the ways he never was when they were younger. Waking up from them feels like forgetting a language she once knew by heart. When they meet again by chance, the conversation feels less like reunion and more like reckoning.
Paint Stains is a quiet story about home, inheritance, and the parts of ourselves that remain even after we've outgrown the walls that shaped us.