Brinton's rain seemed unending, yet I was oddly captivated by it. If the weather could effortlessly drift between stormy and clear, why should we humans constantly pretend to be cheerful and bright?
In settling into life here, I signed up for an advanced program at Brinton Academy of Arts and took up residence in a snug attic apartment.
I immersed myself in work and studies, tuning out any news from home, naively hoping this would bring me serenity. But it was funny how fools clung to their delusions, stubbornly believing they were wronged.
In the first month, Mark stayed silent. He thought I was just sulking and patiently awaited my return to reason.
Months two and three passed, and I didn't budge. Panic finally seeped into his routine.
The detective reported that Mark had commenced
