An Unexpected Invitation

DAYS LATER

DAPHNE

The rhythmic movement of my hands was the only thing keeping me sane. Loop, pull, twist. Repeat. The soft yarn slid through my fingers as I knitted, the familiar motion giving me something—anything—to focus on.

If I stopped, my mind would start spinning again.

Divorce.

That word had been hanging over my head for days now, suffocating me, wrapping itself around my thoughts like a