Conrad Fischer
After everything that happened, Belly and Jeremiah finally seemed to have found their balance. Their relationship was light, stable—secure. Jeremiah was everything Belly always said he needed: presence, affection, constancy. But not everything was so simple. Because, even far away, Conrad Fisher still existed in every unspoken silence. In every glance avoided. In every memory that Belly could never erase. And I… I was always there. The youngest sister. The one who left. The one that no one really saw. I lived in London now. I studied, built my own life away from all that — or at least that's what I tried to believe. But some things don't stay in the past, no matter how many miles you put between you and them. Like him. I never told anyone, but I always liked Conrad. It wasn't something new. It was not a passenger. It was that kind of silent feeling… that grows in corners where no one pays attention. And maybe that's why no one understands
About Conrad Fischer
After everything that happened, Belly and Jeremiah finally seemed to have found their balance. Their relationship was light, stable—secure. Jeremiah was everything Belly always said he needed: presence, affection, constancy. But not everything was so simple. Because, even far away, Conrad Fisher still existed in every unspoken silence. In every ...Read more