sunshine (1)

Sunshine spilled over the cracked pavement like a golden apology for the night before. Warmth clung to the air, sticky and dense, but somehow still comforting. Eva stood at the edge of the old neighborhood park, shoes half-sunk into soft earth, squinting through the morning glare. The swings swayed without riders. A windless morning, yet everything moved.She had returned after ten years. That number felt too clean, too deliberate—as if she’d been waiting for a round anniversary to justify coming back. The truth was messier. She needed answers. Or closure. Or someone to blame.

this is the end of #1.