I sat there, lost in my thoughts, trying to piece together the worry threatening to consume my mind. The silence of the early morning felt heavy, and the unanswered questions gnawed at me. Emerson’s absence, Jason’s casual comment—everything felt off, and the uncertainty was unbearable.
When I thought I couldn’t take the stillness anymore, I decided to move. Perhaps doing something, anything, would help ease the restless feeling.
I opened the window, the cool morning air brushing against my face. I made my way to Emerson’s verandah, drawn to the promise of quiet reflection. The world outside was serene, the faintest hints of dawn creeping in, yet it offered me no peace.
I stood there, looking out into the distance, my hands gripping the railing as if steadying myself against the weight
