INKsomniac
Charlotte's life worked.
The days were full, routines predictable, everything moving like clockwork. She was tired, but that was normal. Right?Conversations felt heavier than they used to, small irritations piled up, but she folded them into the day and carried on.
No one noticed. She didn't notice. Not until something-or someone-slipped into her carefully ordered world. A look, a word, a presence that exposed the edges she'd spent years hiding. And just like that, the quiet started to feel a lot louder.