THE WATCHER AT MY WINDOW

#vote# on Dreame. Loss has a way of warping reality—of making the familiar feel foreign and the safe feel suddenly sinister. I wanted readers to feel that shift: the slow realization that something isn’t just wrong, but watching. This chapter is about silence—the kind that comes after death, yes, but also the silence that surrounds secrets. Jasmine’s nightmares, the missing poem… these are not coincidences. They’re threads. And each thread she pulls will take her deeper into the truth—or unravel her completely.