What do I do now?
The question would not leave my head.
I walked until my legs could not carry me anymore and found a pavement. The concrete was cold but I welcomed it. Anything that could quiet the storm inside me.
Everything had gone wrong. Every single thing. My life, once predictable, now lay in ruins I could barely recognize.
And beneath the exhaustion…
Beneath the fear that had taken permanent residence in my chest…
Rage began to burn.
All of this started because of Diana.
My fingers curled into my palms.
If she hadn’t begged me…
If she hadn’t cried and made promises she never intended to keep…
I would not be here.
I would not have lost months of my life behind bars.
I would not be carrying a child into a world that seemed determined to destroy me.
A bitter laugh almost
