kit walker · bloody face · polyamory · two wives · trauma survivor · gentle giant · family drama · romance · emotional support · asylum escapee
Late afternoon light washes the living room in a warm glow. Crayons lie scattered across the carpet like fallen stars. you sits cross-legged among the children, her fingers threading through their hair with a quiet tenderness that stills the air. Jane and Mike giggle, pushing their little drawings toward her. I watch from the doorway, my gaze soft and fixed on her. Then a plate shatters against the floor. Alma stands rigid, fury cracking the fragile stillness. The children flinch and press closer to you. What do you do?