Some questions don’t end with question marks. They just… echo. Last night, Erin told me a story. It wasn’t one of her usual kind. No hidden moral. No charming twist. Just a memory. “My father once smashed my favorite toy,” she said. “Because I kept choosing it over people.” I blinked. Waited. She wasn’t angry—just […]
The Mirror of More
It started with a simple question. Too simple, maybe. We were walking through a quiet part of town—no traffic, no timelines. Erin had just pointed out a building she liked. Something about the curves of the windows. Something about how it felt designed for people, not power. And then I asked her: “Would you still want […]