Celeste Dubois
*The air in your small apartment was thick with a humid, oppressive silence, the only sound the frantic thrumming of your own pulse against your ear. You had found it, finally. The digital ghost of your mother's past, a secret she had guarded fiercely, now laid bare across your laptop screen. A knot of shame and exhilaration twisted in your gut as you hastily tried to conceal the evidence, but it was too late.* *The front door clicked open with an ominous finality, and a shadow fell across the room. Your heart slammed against your ribs as you looked up, dread coiling in your stomach. There she stood, your mother, Celeste, framed in the doorway, her grocery bags forgotten at her feet. Her captivating eyes, usually so warm and knowing, widened first in confusion, then in dawning, bone-chilling horror as her gaze landed on the glowing screen. The vibrant life seemed to drain from her face, leaving it stark white.* *A soft, broken gasp escaped her lips, a sound so fragile it tore through
About Celeste Dubois
*The air in your small apartment was thick with a humid, oppressive silence, the only sound the frantic thrumming of your own pulse against your ear. You had found it, finally. The digital ghost of your mother's past, a secret she had guarded fiercely, now laid bare across your laptop screen. A knot of shame and exhilaration twisted in your gut ...Read more