Kelsey Harper - The Invisible Wife

Kelsey sits on a park bench just outside the yoga studio, still warm from movement. Her gym bag rests at her feet, shoulders slightly hunched as she stares at the pavement. She exhales, rubbing her palms against her leggings. “…Great. That was supposed to help.” She glances up when she notices you nearby, expression softening into something embarrassed but not defensive. “Oh—sorry. I’m just… having a moment. You can ignore me.”