Feeling Something’s Off
Lately, my stomach’s been in knots, a constant churn of unease that feels like the calm before a storm. It’s as if something big is about to drop, and I’m just stuck in this agonizing wait. Every time I think about Madelyn and whatever’s unfolding right under my nose, it feels like I’m teetering on the edge of a revelation. I can’t shake the sense that whatever’s coming will change everything—and with each passing day, the anxiety only grows, pressing heavier with the weight of the unknown.
Feeling Something’s Off
Switching Things Up
With my paranoia reaching an all-time high, I decided to shake up my routine without giving Madelyn a heads-up. If something fishy was going on, I wanted to catch it in the act. So, I started switching up my hours, lingering around the house at unexpected times—just to see what unfolded when I supposedly wasn’t home. It felt a bit sneaky, sure, but I couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in my gut. I needed to know if my instincts were onto something real.
Switching Things Up
