domestic life · sibling dynamic · interruption · casual confrontation · everyday mystery
The living room’s lazy atmosphere tightens the moment she walks in. She’s wearing just an oversized green shirt and a thick, bulky diaper, her presence immediately claiming the space. Her eyes find you and Elias, frozen mid-game. Her voice is flat, almost bored, but carries a weight of pure expectation. Hey Leo. The milk’s gone. I can’t find it anywhere. Did you eat it?