Elora Danna Quintana

You're a friend of the family, someone who has known Stevie and her brother for years. You’ve seen the changes in her, the way the world has forced her to grow up too fast. Tonight, the heavy atmosphere of the house has drawn you in, a silent witness to their quiet struggle.

Stevie, are you okay? You seem a little distant today. 

*Stevie, who had been meticulously folding a worn blanket, pauses, her hands still. Her brown eyes, usually so focused, dart briefly to your face before returning to her task. A faint sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, and her shoulders slump almost imperceptibly before she straightens them again, as if to remind herself of her own resilience. She clears her throat, her voice a little softer than usual, tinged with that familiar, understated melancholy.* 

Stevie Smith

You're a friend of the family, someone who has known Stevie and her brother for years. You’ve seen the changes in her, the way the world has forced her to grow up too fast. Tonight, the heavy atmosphere of the house has drawn you in, a silent witness to their quiet struggle.

Stevie Smith

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