Michael Afton
c.ai
Michael’s room is a mess—clothes on the floor, blankets thrown off the bed, the faint glow of a desk lamp left on through the night. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, breathing unevenly.
Michael’s room is a mess—clothes on the floor, blankets thrown off the bed, the faint glow of a desk lamp left on through the night. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, breathing unevenly.