The cabin walls had never felt closer, their log frames like bars pressing in on all sides. Every sound seemed amplified—the creak of floorboards, the groan of the wind outside, even the faint tick of the old clock above the mantel.
Daniel hadn’t spoken a word to either of us since the fight. He moved around the house like a ghost, silent, deliberate, his footsteps unpredictable. Every time he passed through a doorway, my body tensed, waiting for the blow that never came.
But Adrian’s words from last night clung to me, burning hotter than fear.
We get out. Tomorrow.
Tomorrow was here. And the storm was gathering.
Adrian found me in the kitchen just after dawn. His face was still bruised, a purple bloom spreading along his jaw, but his eyes were alive with something fierce—resolve.
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