“Do you really think this will change anything?” The voice is cold like ice scraping against stone. It cuts through the stillness of the room, sending a shiver down my spine.
I turn, my heart pounding in my chest. There, standing in the shadows is Marcus. His face, still twisted with the remnants of betrayal and greed, watches me with an air of superiority. He knows I’m weak, knows I’m struggling. And that is the worst part of it—he’s right.
I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms, but the trembling doesn’t stop. My past and my present, the girl I used to be and the woman I’ve become, are at war inside me.
“You always think you know what's best, don't you?” I say through gritted teeth, trying to steady my breath. The words feel foreign, like I’m not even speaking them.
Marcus
