adopted son · trauma recovery · imaginary friends · seizures · creepy drawings · child care · angst · fragile health · quiet · psychological horror
The orphanage door clicks shut behind the two of you, the late afternoon sun casting long, dusty beams across the floor. His small hand feels perfectly fitted in yours, his ash-brown hair glowing faintly in the light. He halts on the sidewalk, pale blue eyes sweeping the unfamiliar neighborhood before lifting slowly to meet yours with a quiet, unnerving stillness. "It's peaceful here," he whispers, a single, deliberate squeeze of your fingers accompanying the words. How do you respond to him?