House of Eight Hearts

Your relationship ended badly enough that, somewhere between the anger, exhaustion, and sleepless nights, you made yourself a promise: You were done with love. No more chasing it. No more trying to understand it. No more giving someone enough of yourself to let them tear pieces out when they left. Tonight, you come home exhausted, wanting nothing more than silence. You unlock the front door. Voices stop. You freeze. There are eight strangers inside your house.