Prologue: Before the Cracks
There was a boy
before the shadows learned his name
before the mirrors lied
before mornings came with weight
He was laughter in kitchen light,
barefoot across cold floors,
a voice calling
"Dad, look at this, watch me, just watch!"
and the world watched
because he was
that kind of bright
the kind you don't think can burn out
the kind you assume
is permanent.








