Son compartido

“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… the scariest thing isn’t monsters… it’s losing proof you ever existed.” I’m a primary school teacher. I don’t confuse things. I remember everything. So when I say my daughter is real… you need to believe me. Her name is Ellie. Eighteen months old. She turns when I sing. Every time. That’s how I know. Because she knows me. Then one morning— She was gone. Not missing. Erased. Her room… empty. Like no one had ever lived there. I asked my