Greetings, my darklings,
You may have noticed the crypt a bit quieter than usual—no new screams echoing through the halls, no fresh shadows creeping across the page. I owe you an explanation.
Life, it seems, has been scripting its own gothic tale for me. A new little soul is on the way—a baby girl, due January 2026. She will be my third child, a fresh chapter I both cherish and fear in equal measure. But this haunting is not without trials. This pregnancy is high risk, a story marked with...