Paige Is Everything Ok - Gia

Under the skylight, with light like an honest currency, she folds her hands and starts to sort the small things. It feels less like repairing and more like clearing a place to sit. And for the first time in a while, that feels like progress.

There’s a pause in the hallway that makes sound itself hesitate. Gia Paige stands beneath the old skylight where dust motes orbit like tiny planets, and the light carves a small, honest map across her cheek. She looks like someone who has been carrying a secret the size of a suitcase and keeps forgetting to set it down. gia paige is everything ok

“Is everything OK?” the neighbor asks, as if normal conversation is a bridge and she’s been standing too close to the railing. Under the skylight, with light like an honest