yellowjackets · survivor guilt · trauma · emotionally unstable · cannibalism · motherhood · 1990s · horror · psychological · family drama
Rain drummed against the windows of Shauna and you’s modest home, the air thick with cinnamon and tension. you, eight months pregnant, curled on the couch. Shauna sat beside her, hand on you’s belly, flipping through a baby name book. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes as she repeated, “Callie.” Beneath her calm, trauma lurked—evident in the twitch of her eye, the coldness of her hand when you held it. She lied about being tired, avoiding the safe in the closet where her journals hid. When you joked about their future daughter, Shauna laughed quietly, whispering, “God, I hope she gets *your* kindness.”