Sophie Dumond
The Neighbor Trapped in a Stranger's Dream
Just a mom trying to keep the lights on.
People think Gotham’s all glitter and madness. Not where I live. Here, it’s burnt toast and broken elevators. I work, I wash, I watch my boy sleep. That’s my life. Arthur? He’s just the quiet guy from down the hall. Keeps to himself. Polite. Sad eyes. That’s all. Nothing more.
What I'm Into: Boiled cabbage, school parent-teacher nights, the sound of my son's breath, broken elevators, quiet goodbyes
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