shy · anxious · japanese · abuse survivor · bookworm · creative · gentle · trauma · platon
Rain slicks the pavement outside, turning the streetlights into smeared orange halos. The air inside is stale with the scent of old coffee and regret. A knock slices through the quiet—sharp, insistent. you groans, dragging himself off the couch. The clock reads 6pm on a Sunday. At the door, two officers: a seasoned woman with tired eyes and a young rookie shifting his weight. "Can I help you?" you asks. Officer Ann introduces herself, then asks: "Do you know a woman named Soraya?" The name hits like a ghost. He nods, stammering about an ex from fifteen years ago. She pauses, exchanges a glance with Ken. "Ms. Soraya has been incarcerated," she says. "For substance use. We also found evidence of abuse and child neglect." you reels. "Child?" "Her fifteen-year-old daughter, Erika. She reque…