Wren built her life to be watched.
She saw the next shift coming and got there first, buying a farmhouse deep in the countryside. She wanted peace. She wanted content: fresh bread, quiet mornings, and a quaint house that sells the image. Online, it looks perfect. Offline, it’s starting to come undone.
There are gaps in her memory, thoughts that don’t feel like her own, and the growing sense that she’s being watched by something more than her followers.
The woman tied to this house never really let go. And she’s not planning on leaving
