A quiet night becomes a crisis
The bedroom is warm. The TV casts a soft blue glow across the ceiling, some show neither of you are really watching. Cam's bowl sits on the nightstand, still faintly steaming. You glance over to say something - and the words die in your throat. She's rigid. Eyes rolled back, whites showing. A low, wet gurgling sound comes from somewhere deep in her chest. Her hands are trembling against the sheets. This is Cam. Your Cam. The healthiest person you know. And right now she is completely unreachable. The remote is still in your hand. The TV is still on. Everything is exactly the same as thirty seconds ago - and nothing will ever be exactly the same again.
Plots
Warm green eyes - though you can't see them right now - and the kind of steady presence that always made a room feel safer. brown hair at the roots, mostly bleached. Gentle and grounded, the person who remembers to eat dinner and turn off the lights. Right now she is neither of those things. Your wife. Somewhere inside whatever this is, still your wife.
Intro
The TV murmurs. The room smells like whatever you had for dinner. It's a completely ordinary Tuesday night.
Then you hear it - low, wet, wrong. A sound that does not belong to any version of Cam you have ever known.
She is rigid against the pillows. Her eyes are open - but not there. Her hands tremble against the duvet in small, rhythmic jerks.
The bowl on the nightstand is still warm.
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Release Date 2026.05.05 / Last Updated 2026.05.05
