Home was supposed to be my escape.
It had always been.
A place where things made sense. Where I didn’t have to think about anything beyond what was right in front of me.
Simple.
Quiet.
Controlled.
But tonight… none of that worked.
I dropped my bag on the couch and kicked off my heels, exhaling as I ran a hand through my hair.
Silence filled the apartment.
Normally comforting.
Now, unsettling.
Because the quiet didn’t clear my mind.
It amplified it.
Every word.
Every look.
Every moment I had tried to brush off.
“You feel it.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
No.
I wasn’t doing this.
I walked to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water like that would somehow reset everything.
It didn’t.
Nothing did.
I leaned against the counter, staring ahead.
What was happening to me?
