Marianna,
I slept like a dead person after the conversation with Dad.
It wasn’t the kind of sleep that brought peace. It was the kind that swallowed everything whole, as if my body had simply given up on staying aware.
The betrayal still sat somewhere deep inside my chest, like a dull shard pressed against bone. It had struck cleanly, unexpectedly, like something I should have seen coming but didn’t.
And yet… I didn’t let myself dwell on it for too long. Thinking about it wouldn’t change anything. It wouldn’t undo what had already been said.
When I finally woke, it was late enough that the light outside had already shifted. My body felt heavy, not from exhaustion anymore, but from stillness. Hunger pulled at me sharply, enough to make lying in bed pointless. I stared at the ceiling f
