#12: Home, But Not the Same
Stepping through the front door, Jamie felt the rush of familiarity—his home, his safe place. Yet, it wasn’t quite as he remembered. New curtains hung in the windows, the furniture was different, and the details whispered that life had carried on without him.
Inside, the atmosphere felt heavy. Stacy and Lauren moved quietly, almost too carefully, like they were holding their breath. Jamie couldn’t shake it. Something unspoken lingered in the air, a secret pressing down on the house—one that everyone seemed to know, except for him.