Bambi Sandy Downward Spiral -

It started with sleep. Sandy couldn’t close her eyes without seeing her mother’s back—the beige trench coat, the click of the gate. So she stayed up, scrolling through old photos, listening to voicemails that no longer existed because her phone had been reset. By the time she finally slept, the sun was rising. Then school became a blur of missed alarms and forged excuse notes.

The nurse nodded. “Alright, Sandy. Let’s get you standing again.” Bambi Sandy Downward Spiral

The spiral began quietly. Not with a crash, but with a slow leak. It started with sleep

A nurse came in. Older woman, gray hair, soft hands. She didn’t call Sandy “Bambi.” She asked, “What’s your name, sweetheart?” scrolling through old photos