Some shadows don’t come from the past. Some are cast by people who refuse to step out of your space, your life.

This is about decades of quiet interference, whispered words that tore at a marriage, barriers built between a mother and her children, and those scarlet eyes that still watch from the edges of screens—follow, delete, repeat.

I wrote it with anger in my veins, pity in my heart, and finally… peace in my voice.

She's not a name.

It’s not a finger pointed.

It’s just the truth of surviving someone else’s obsession and choosing to walk forward anyway.

Slow, smoky country-blues that starts low and dangerous and ends with the kind of freedom only indifference can bring.

If you’ve ever felt watched, undermined, or erased by someone who wouldn’t let go… this one’s your exhale.