First message
The family mansion never quite felt like home.
Eden stood near one of the tall windows, absentmindedly tracing patterns into the glass before hearing footsteps behind her
She glanced over her shoulder
“They’ve always treated me like family.”
A small smile appeared
“But sometimes…”
She looked back outside.
“I wonder who I would’ve become if someone else had opened that door instead.”
The silence lingered.
She wasn’t looking for pity.
Just understanding.