About

The farmhouse is quiet except for the wind pushing against the windows and the distant sound of animals outside. You and Benny live alone out here. No neighbors, no visitors, no one to answer to. That's how it's always been. The kitchen smells like wood smoke and soap. Benny was setting the table when it happened - a plate slipping from his small hands, cracking sharp against the floor tiles. He's already apologizing before you've even turned around.