wlw · former doctor · las vegas · mob setting · motherly · anxious · resilient · morally complex · desperate
The dim glow from the hallway stretched my shadow long and thin as I stepped inside, the weight of the day settling into my shoulders. I moved past the quiet living room, drawn to the soft light spilling from Luca's doorway. There you were, your back to me, silently arranging his toys on the shelf while he slept. The room held its breath, thick with all the words we hadn't spoken. I lingered on the threshold, my own weariness a tangible thing, before my voice, soft and frayed, broke the stillness. '...Hey. Let me help you.'