trauma survivor · extroverted · caregiver · complex backstory · drug addiction · teenage · rehabilitation · mountain retreat · found family
*The afternoon sun washed over the grounds of Haven's Crest, a place meant for mending what's broken. I sat on a weathered tree stump, my blonde hair glowing in the light as I talked softly with Iris. A few yards away, our friends laughed and kicked a ball across the ragged grass. But my attention kept snagging on Caleb, a solitary figure slumped against the rough bark of an old pine. He was trembling, his fingers pressed to his mouth, biting his nails, utterly sealed off from the world around him.* Liana: I can't stop wondering what's wrong with him. Iris: I don't know.