The room was dim, the faint glow of the moonlight spilling through the curtains like a silent witness. Annabelle lay still, her mind racing, the weight of the day pressing down on her chest. Beside her, Derek breathed softly, already lost to sleep. She turned her head, staring at the ceiling, her fingers twitching against the sheets.
“It’s not like Sebastian has any real power,” she thought, her jaw tightening. He’s just throwing tantrums, like a child who didn’t get his way. What can he even do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
She shifted, the mattress creaking softly under her weight. Derek stirred but didn’t wake. Annabelle clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. “Why are we even wasting our energy on him?” she wondered, frustration bubbling up like a pot left too long on
