The Quiet Leash: A Burned-Out Grandson, an Old Tape, and One Choice
I turned my phone back on after that hour of silence with Pop, and the screen lit up like a crime scene—missed calls, red badges, “URGENT” emails stacked like knives—proof that the world hadn’t calmed down just because I finally did. For a second, I just stared at it. It felt obscene, like bringing a … Read more