A pajama party, they said. A child enters surgery instead: lab coats, anesthesia, and panic reframed as outer space while control slips away.
Her closet holds nightgowns, heels, and the sharp edges of what she last touched, the air thick with her scent as he hesitates at the doorway she once pulled shut.
She looks back at the man she trusted too easily, the wedding she planned in faith, and the betrayal that left her sorting through the ruins of what she thought...
LindaAnn LoSchiavo writes of a girl who keeps seeing what others won't acknowledge; first in a carriage, later behind blinds, her words dismissed even as danger sits close by.