I couldn’t keep circling the room like a trapped animal.
If there was a camera, I would never find it like this. And i he was watching. If he was already seeing every breath I took in the towel-then crawling around the floor and searching vents didn’t matter.
He already won.
Unless i proved him wrong.
Unless I showed myself I wasn’t scared. But I was.
God, I was.
My hands clutched the towel like a shield. My mind raced with places I hadn’t checked-the smoke detector, the clock, the back of the TV, the tiny screw in the wall near the light switched. But something inside me snapped before I could start again.
Enough.
I needed to think. To breathe.
To face the one thing I kept avoiding.
Then the closest..
My feet moved slowly across the floor, the soft sound of the towel brushing
