Threads of Solitude

DAPHNE

I sat by the window, a ball of soft yarn resting in my lap as my fingers moved methodically, looping the delicate threads into neat, even stitches. Knitting had become my quiet escape—a way to keep my hands busy when my mind wouldn’t stop running in circles. The rhythmic movement was supposed to be soothing, but tonight, it did nothing to quiet the thoughts buzzing in my head.

The house was