Savannah
I returned home drained. My legs moved, but I barely felt them beneath me. I couldn’t remember walking through the door or removing my shoes. I was floating, heavy and light at the same time, stuck between exhaustion and awareness.
Xavier wasn’t home. Thank God. I climbed the stairs slowly and reached the bedroom. The door shut behind me. I leaned back against it. The silence hit hard. It folded around me, blocking out everything else.
Nothing in here was mine.
The bed. The clothes. The photos.
All hers.
The one who was alive. The one who had every right to it all.
I pulled my dress off with one hand and let it fall. It crumpled at my feet. I stood in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but guilt and dread, staring at the shadows on the floor.
I was foolish.
How had I
