How it All Began: The Spark in the Silence

My heart felt like it had been thrown into a blender set on high, and I was still waiting for someone—or something—to hit “stop.”

I still remember the way the night smelled—like damp asphalt, cheap coffee, and a loneliness so thick it felt like I could slice through it.

My breath fogged up the car windows, sealing me in this so…