A Standalone Novel
Daniel Marsh knows everything.
Every headline. Every crisis. Every market movement, every political collapse, every alert that insists it cannot wait.
He is a content strategist. Information is his work.
And there is always more of it.
His daughter is in a school play. She has leaves — gold-edged, bright green, the kind that move when she dances.
The play starts at ten.
At 10:23, Daniel realizes he missed it.
He was home. He was at his screen.
He simply was not there.
The Scroll is not about the end of the world.
It is about how easy it is to watch the world and disappear from your own.
Watching was so much easier than living.