Prologue

Mon, 14 Jul 2025 06:10:50 +0000

The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she was going to be trouble—the kind that doesn’t just knock on your door but tears it down and walks straight into your soul. I told myself it was just her writing that fascinated me. A lie I clung to like a lifeline. But it wasn’t just ink on paper—no, she bled through every word. Her pain, her silence, her depth—it wasn’t writing. It was a quiet scream only I seemed to hear.