205. The Truth She Ran FromNova

The room is too quiet.

It’s the kind of silence that doesn’t soothe, it presses. Heavy. Lingering. Unforgiving.

Nova doesn’t remember closing the curtains. She doesn’t remember turning off the lights. She only remembers falling. Falling into the bed sometime after arriving, still dressed, still broken, still carrying the weight of something she hadn’t even given herself time to fully understand.

When she wakes, it isn’t because she’s rested. It’s ...