Veronica stood frozen, the air around her thick with tension. There was no innocence in the way Esther handled the tampons—it felt precise, as though she knew more than she should. A shiver crawled down Veronica’s spine, unsettling her deeply.
In that moment, the illusion shattered—this wasn’t normal, nor was it a figment of her imagination. Something was undeniably wrong. As Veronica stared at her daughter, still calmly pulling out tampons from the box, she felt as though the ground had shifted beneath her feet.