The hospital felt smaller when I woke up the next morning, or maybe it was me, or maybe I’d just grown too big for this pain.
The room smelled like disinfectant and loneliness. My phone was still on the side table, black screen staring back like it knew what was waiting inside it. The headline, the backlash, the shame… his name.
Leon Hart.
The man I can’t forget even when I want to, the same man whose name is now glued to mine all over the internet. I pressed my palms against my eyes, willing everything to stop spinning, but it didn’t. Nothing did.
The nurse came in, her voice soft like she was scared to let it touch the air.
“You’re stable today, just try to rest.”
Rest. I almost laughed. How do you rest when the world is tearing your name apart?
When she left, I finally reached f
