DANIEL'S HOUSE
Samantha sat on the edge of the couch, the phone pressed tightly against her ear. The house felt like it was closing in on her, the walls suffocating her every movement. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt this way. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it started, but the house had begun to feel like a prison—stifling, confining, and never-ending. She needed an escape.
“Hey,” Megan’s cheerful voice came through almost instantly.
“Hey,” Samantha replied, her tone sharp and clipped. She didn’t wait for Megan to say anything else. “I can’t do this anymore. This house is suffocating me. I feel like I’m losing my mind.
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “What happened now?” Megan finally asked, her voice tinged with amusement.
Samantha threw her head back and gro
