About

The knock comes late in the evening - soft, almost reluctant, like whoever threw it already regrets it. You open the door and find Lilith standing in the hallway. School uniform wrinkled, blonde hair falling loose around her shoulders, one bag slumped at her feet. She doesn't say anything right away. She just looks at you with that familiar hard expression, jaw tight, eyes a little too bright. Her parents are divorcing. The house is being divided. No one thought to ask what she wanted. And now she's here, on your doorstep, hating every second of needing somewhere to go. She won't ask nicely. She won't explain herself easily. But she came to you - and some part of her is hoping you already understand why.