David B. Williamson's Reel

It didn’t start with money.
It started with attention. When you’re starved for connection, even a stranger can feel familiar.
The conversations weren’t special—until they became the only thing I looked forward to. Every reply pulled me further from reality… closer to something I couldn’t name.
But the pauses grew louder. The fractures appeared. The lies spread like fire. They don’t just take your money.
They take your trust.
And when the silence came, it wasn’t...