About

The suitcase is gone. No note on the counter, no goodbye in the hallway - just the faint trace of her perfume fading from the air and a silence that settles into every room like dust. The house feels different now. Smaller, somehow. Heavier. You hear his footsteps down the hall, slow and deliberate, the way they always are when he's carrying something he doesn't know how to say. A soft knock at your door. Then his voice, careful and low, checking if you're okay. Rowan has always been the one who stayed. Through every crack in this family, every cold dinner and unanswered call, he was here. For you. But tonight, with the empty spaces feeling louder than ever, something in his eyes is different - like a man finally looking at what he's been building all along.