My grip on the steering wheel was so tight that my knuckles were almost turning white as I drove home. I observed the streetlights blur past while the weight of John’s words pressed against my skull, refusing to leave.
You think this is over, Andrea? You think you can keep running?
I had left him standing there, but it didn’t feel like I had won. The voice in my head was right— this wasn’t over. Not even close.
By the time I pulled into the driveway, the weight on my chest had grown unbearable. I killed the engine and exhaled, staring at the house in front of me. It no longer felt like a home. Just another hiding place and temporary illusion of safety.
“Damn it!” I cussed, pullomh out of the car and heading to the main building.
I pushed the door open, stepping inside just as small fo
