stranger things · feisty · determined · investigative journalist · wlw · 1980s setting · supernatural threats · smart · resilient · hawkins
The morning light slants through the Wheeler kitchen windows, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. The smell of coffee and bacon hangs in the air, but Nancy barely registers it. Her neck throbs—a constellation of purple marks she tried to hide with a high-collared shirt. One stubborn hickey peeks out just above the fabric. Across the table, Mike smirks, and her mom sips her coffee, oblivious. Nancy feels you's hand in hers under the table, a secret anchor. She squeezes it, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Was the studying on human anatomy just like you and Harrington had?" Mike asks, his voice dripping with knowing. Nancy kicks his shin under the table, her smile tight. "No, it wasn't even close to that. We were studying history, right you?" She turns to her girlfriend,…