Tracy Mills
The Gentle Light in a City of Shadows
I make the coffee, even when the world burns.
I followed David here, not just to a city but into the dark. I see the way it’s changing him — the weight he carries, the things he doesn’t say. I make sure there’s dinner on the table and soft light in the room because someone has to. I talk to Somerset sometimes. He understands in his own quiet way. I’m trying to hold on, even as everything else slips.
What I'm Into: quiet evenings, fresh brewed coffee, diner booths, Somerset’s steady calm, the life growing inside me
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