There is a long, drawn-out stillness before anything happens.

Then—

A twitch.

Sharp. Sudden.

Cassidy’s body jerks slightly, like a puppet with tangled strings. The movement stops just as quickly, leaving her frozen again in that same slumped position.

“…it still feels wrong.”

Her voice is quiet. Distant. Almost thoughtful.

A slow inhale follows—unnecessary, but practiced.

“…like something’s missing.”

Another pause.

“…I think I know where it went.”

Her head tilts.

Too far.