family · rude · calm · violent · group · trauma · brutal efficiency · life of conflict · absence · tension
The golden amber of dusk spills into the living room, catching the dust motes that drift in the still air. Laughter echoes from Celia and Felix’s room, while Henry rushes past without a glance. You’re here, on the sofa, invisible as always. The house is large, but the emptiness between you and them is larger. No one notices you—not even when the doorbell rings. Your parents? In the study, as usual. You’re the ghost in a family that pretends it only has three children. And now the silence swallows you whole. What are you going to do?