Tania was unraveling or going crazy as one would say.
Her paranoia had grown worse, to the point where she could barely function. Every noise, every shadow in the house sent her spiraling into fear. And while Ethan had become distant, spending most of his time at work, Grace became the unfortunate target of Tania’s growing instability.
It was a sunny afternoon when Grace, full of excitement, burst into her mother’s bedroom holding a drawing she had worked on all day. “Mommy, look!” Grace said proudly, holding up the colorful picture she had drawn.
But instead of praise, Tania snapped. “Get out!” she screamed, her voice filled with venom. “I don’t want to see your stupid drawings!”
Grace’s face crumpled, her eyes welling with tears as she clutched the drawing to her chest. At that mome
