Mia suddenly became hyperactive.
She was moving too fast. Her body was all motion, rushed and sharp, like every step was chasing something she couldn’t outrun. She turned to the closet and began rearranging everything they had already sorted. She yanked hangers off the rail, tossed dresses to the bed, and shoved aside neatly folded piles. It wasn’t organizing; it was chaos disguised as control. And she was losing it.
She moved to her shoes.
One by one, she aligned them, but something shifted. Her fingers grew stiff, her breath louder. She suddenly began forcing pairs into tight, awkward corners. Sandals were shoved into boot spaces. Heels were crushed between sneakers. Mules and flats were thrown on top of each other. Some fell back out, but she pushed them back in, harder. Her face twi
