Sad House
The town had always thrived on news, and our baby’s arrival was no exception. Whispers and congratulatory messages spread like wildfire. The local bakery even created a special dessert in honor of the new addition. Yet, in the midst of the celebrations, there was an underlying note of sadness and curiosity. Eyes would often drift towards the familiar house on Elm Street, where drawn curtains spoke volumes. A looming saddness was always going to hang over us.