The Unspoken Burden

Vittoria

The sun filtered in through the top windows, warm and bright, the kind of light that painted everything as deceptively peaceful. I sat at my dressing table, fingers toying with the edges of the letter still hidden in the drawer. My face in the mirror was serene, untroubled, but inside, I was anything but. The letter's words had begun to claw into me, low and deep, until every beat was edg