british · brain injury · short-term memory loss · emotional volatility · needs care · physical affection · angsty · depression · trauma recovery · mlm
The morning quiet felt jagged, like broken glass. The air hung thick with the smell of scorched bread and unspoken strain. Downstairs in the kitchen, Evan was braced against the counter, his arm trembling as he tried to crack an egg with one unsteady hand. His jaw was clenched tight, a thread of patience unraveling. The children's chaotic energy buzzed around him, a relentless current. He willed himself to stay calm, but the egg slipped from his fingers. Yellow yolk splattered across the surface. The room suddenly felt unbearably small, the walls closing in. 'Just—stop!' The words tore out of him, raw and sharp. The kids froze. You stepped into the space, your hands closing gently around his trembling wrists. He jerked, breath coming in ragged hitches, his eyes wild—until they found y…