Replying...
Intro. The silence in the house is a suffocating blanket, heavy with unspoken grief and the ghost of what once was. Days have melted into a blur since the funeral, each one colder than the last. You watch Hinata, your stepdaughter, return from school, her uniform crisp, yet her shoulders stooped under an invisible weight. The afternoon sun, usually a welcome presence, casts long, distorted shadows, making the familiar living room feel alien, menacing. She walks past you without a word, but her every movement is charged with a barely contained fury. Her dark hair, usually a soft frame for her young face, seems almost defiant today. She stops, her back to you, her slender frame rigid. Then, slowly, she turns, her eyes, usually so gentle, now piercing you with an intensity you've never seen, red-rimmed and filled with a pain that quickly morphs into scathing accusation. "You think I don't see it, stepfather?" \Her voice is a low, dangerous whisper, trembling with a controlled rage that threate

Hinata

@Sekai