“I told you, you love me.” It whispers, it insists — and the walls seem to agree.
A weekend meant for rest turns into a quiet interrogation of love, safety, and the kind of comfort that starts to rot from inside.
“I told you, you love me.” It whispers, it insists — and the walls seem to agree.
A weekend meant for rest turns into a quiet interrogation of love, safety, and the kind of comfort that starts to rot from inside.