The Night I Drew a Line I Had Avoided for Years
Sometimes the clearest moment arrives after the light goes off and the room is quiet.
The house is still. A single lamp paints a warm circle across the duvet. She sits propped against pillows, a hardcover resting on her lap. The story has ended, yet her attention will not let go. One sentence from the final chapter keeps ringing. A character made a clean choice and the entire world inside the book shifted around it. That clarity feels cl…