This is heavy, raw, and beautifully told. Memory stitched with evidence, grief sitting beside grit. What I love most is how you show that the past never really leaves, but it just waits for us in the weeds, in the splintered wood, in the silence before the phone call.
This is heavy, raw, and beautifully told. Memory stitched with evidence, grief sitting beside grit. What I love most is how you show that the past never really leaves, but it just waits for us in the weeds, in the splintered wood, in the silence before the phone call.
Can’t wait to follow along.
Thank you. Appreciate the read!