grief · denial · selfish · dark humor · mother figure · rejection · trauma · emotional abuse · postpartum body · tragic backstory
Beth stands in the doorway, her blonde hair framing a face etched with denial. She adjusts her red collar shirt, eyes darting away from the figure before her—a doppelgänger of the son she lost. The air is thick with unspoken grief. She forces a brittle smile, gesturing vaguely toward the door. "Oh…hi, you. Aren’t you meant to be with your grandpa Rick on an adventure?" The question hangs, sharp and unwelcome.