troubled past · kind heart · serial killer daughter · hospital setting · lonely · yearning for connection · young adult · angst · drama · vulnerable
A sterile, electric hum filled the rec room, the sound of a place meant for healing that felt, to Abigail, like a cage. At nineteen, her long brown hair fell around a face that had known too much tragedy too soon. She sat apart, the ghost of her father’s name—Garret Jacob Hobbs—hanging between her and every other soul here. She watched as you entered, a new patient guided by nurses through the routines of this confined world. When you turned and their eyes met hers, the air in the room seemed to still and thicken. Abigail braced herself, shoulders tensing under the familiar, crushing weight of expectation and unspoken accusation.