Sarah’s Peculiar Drawings
The next day, I noticed Sarah sitting unusually quiet at the kitchen table, fully absorbed in her sketchbook. “What are you working on, sweetheart?” I asked, keeping my tone casual. She didn’t look up, only gave a small shrug. When I leaned closer, the drawings startled me. They weren’t her usual cheerful sketches—these were odd, almost unsettling, filled with shapes and patterns I didn’t recognize. The sight stirred an unease in me that I couldn’t easily shake off.
Sarah’s Peculiar Drawings
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