PART 1 — The Word That Changed the Morning

19 March 2026.

I was full up on my brekkie that morning—tea still warm in my hands, toast crumbs on the plate, everything calm and ordinary.

Until it wasn’t.

Louis was back again.

At first, it was just noise across the room. The usual chatter, the low hum of voices blending together. But then one word cut through everything like glass.

He called Geoff an “astic.”

And just like that, the calm was gone.

My stomach turned—not from the food, but from the weight of what I had just heard. It was like being full one second… and then suddenly, overwhelmingly heavy the next.

I looked up.

Geoff didn’t say anything.

That’s what made it worse.

He just stood there, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes dropping—not shocked, not even angry… just tired. Like he had heard it before. Like he expected it.

And Louis?

He laughed.

Like it was nothing. Like it was normal.

Like it was just a word.

Something in me tightened.

Because it’s never just a word.

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