She sat on the edge of the worn velvet sofa, twisting a silver locket between her fingers. Inside was a picture of her late grandmother, the only person who ever knew the truth: Thea wasn't shy because she had nothing to say. She was shy because she was listening. To everything. To the whispers behind closed doors, to the unspoken debts, to the lies dressed up as love.

A small, cozy living room. Rain taps against the window. The clock reads 11:09 AM.

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