Soft lights. Music that seemed to float rather than play. Smiles that lingered just long enough to be captured in photographs that would one day sit framed on quiet shelves.
The heels stopped a few inches from the edge of the bed. I remained motionless, my cheek pressed against the cold carpet, trying to breathe silently while my mind tried to process what I had just heard. I felt something inside me slowly breaking. It wasn’t a dramatic explosion. It was more like a silent…
