A heavy knock hit the door once-hard, sharp, like it wanted to break through.
I froze.
My breath stopped in my throat. My nails dug into the side of the bed. For a second, I thought it was him, that he’d come back already. That he was ready to continue what he started.
My body wouldn’t move.
Another knock. Slower this time. But heavier. Like a warning..
My heartbeat roared in my ears. I forced myself to stand, even though my legs shook so bad I had to hold the bed for balance. Each breath scraped down my throat like broken glass.
What if it was him?
What if it wasn’t?
I took a step. Then another.
My hands were still trembling. My vision blurred and cleared with every blink. I wiped my face, but my skin was still damp. The room felt colder now. Or maybe it was just me.
I reached t
