LILA WHITMORE.

OREGÓN-PORTLAND.

PAST.

꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎

The house is a wreck. Not the kind of chaos left behind by children or a sudden storm—this destruction feels deliberate, like something inside these walls finally snapped under pressure and shattered into pieces. A lamp lies broken near the fireplace, its glass scattered like frozen raindrops across the wooden floor. Pillows from the couch are strewn about as if someone had searched for something that wasn’t there. Papers—bills, old d