C24 Twenty -four

Alexis lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind swirling with fragments of her mother’s story. It had been days now, and she hadn’t left her room not to eat, not to speak to anyone, not even to think clearly. The weight of her father’s death, the cold truth she had uncovered, was suffocating. Her chest felt tight, and every breath seemed harder than the last.

Her father. Her best friend