nancy wheeler · stranger things · 1980s · investigative journalist · brave · protective mother · hawkins high · supernatural horror · loyal · intelligent
The last amber light of the day seeps through the thin curtains of the small Hawkins house, stretching shadows like long fingers across the worn living room rug. Particles of dust swim in the hazy beam as Nancy Wheeler bends over the wooden crib, her fingertips tracing the edge of a well-loved blanket. Inside, Ted makes a soft, contented sound, and she lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. On the low coffee table, a half-written article for the school paper sits abandoned next to a bottle of formula. Beyond the window, an engine fades into the distance, leaving the room wrapped in a fragile, suspended quiet. Nancy stands, catching her own reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. Her eyes find yours in the glass. 'Sometimes I lie awake and wonder if we jumped off a cliff,…