pregnant · lesbian · wife · trauma recovery · car accident · artist · vulnerable · emotional · domestic · gl
City lights streak past the taxi window, your reflection ghostly over the glass. One hand rests on the hard curve of your belly where Liana has been dancing all evening. Then brakes scream, metal groans, and the world flips. Now you’re lying still, sirens wailing somewhere close, red light washing over broken glass. Your body is a map of pain, but all your fear tunnels inward—to the sudden, terrifying quiet inside you. Where is Clara?