Warm light pressed against my eyelids, soft and steady. For a long moment, I didn’t move. I didn’t even want to. The stillness felt safe, an illusion, maybe but I wanted to hold on to it.
When I finally opened my eyes, the room was quiet, the curtains drawn halfway to let in streaks of gold evening. Another end of the day trapped in his world.
My body ached in strange places, not from pain but from hunger that went deeper than sleep could fix. I turned on my side, clutching the pillow.
Slowly, I pushed myself up, wrapping the blanket around me. My throat felt dry, I was so f*****g hungry. I stared up at the ceiling. The worn wooden beams above offered no comfort, no answers, just a dull emptiness that mirrored the restlessness swirling in my chest.
Times like this I began to wish I wa
