The Weight of What We Hide.

PART 1 — The Quiet Before the Breaking1.

The rain had a way of clinging to Portland like a memory that refused to fade.
Thin, silver sheets fell across the windows of the Hawthorne District coffeeshop, where Emma Hale sat with her hands wrapped around a mug she’d barely touched.

It wasn’t the kind of rain that stopped life.
It was the kind that made people slow down… or....
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