Freya

The drive home was silent, but not in a peaceful way. It was the kind of silence that pressed on my chest, making it harder to breathe. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, but nothing stuck in my mind. It was as if my thoughts had shut off completely, leaving only this hollow, aching void inside me. I was completely blank.

My dad didn’t push me to talk. He was always good at knowing when I needed space. After all that drama, he knew I knew my time alone to process ...