Shattered Silence

Sienna

I spent the whole night watching the plaster ceiling shift from pitch-black to dull gray. By seven in the morning, the weak winter light was creeping around the edges of the blinds, and I had not slept for a single second.

My mind refused to shut off. It kept dragging me back to that dim storeroom, replaying every movement on a brutal loop. Not the ridiculous stack of magazines or the cru