Inside Mira’s mind there was always a storm of thoughts moving in quiet circles, questions folding into reflections, reflections unfolding into emotions she rarely felt brave enough to express. Words, for her, were fragile things. They had weight. Once spoken, they could not be taken back, reshaped, or hidden again.
Inside Mira’s mind there was always a storm of thoughts moving in quiet circles, questions folding into reflections, reflections unfolding into emotions she rarely felt brave enough to express. Words, for her, were fragile things. They had weight. Once spoken, they could not be taken back, reshap...