Meth the truth

Previously

…Outside, the sidewalk glowed. People walked past, lost in their own mornings—each face a story. Inside, the three sat together, not speaking, but sharing something bright and fragile as the new day. A breeze rattled the center’s glass door. Maria closed her eyes a moment, breathing in the simple hush. The world kept moving, uncertain and unsteady, but for now, their quiet efforts held a shape against the dark. And in that slender pause, hope settled, warm and real, in the spill of morning sun.