My Mother Sleeps Inside the Wall

Part 7: The Treasure Chest On the night of my fifth birthday, my parents argued again. It started with shouting, but quickly escalated into the sickening thuds of violence. Usually,…

Part 3: The Sleepwalker Harper gently pulled me into a hug, awkwardly patting my back. She forced a strained, gentle smile. "Elara, don't worry," Harper coaxed softly. "Do you remember…