Chapter Eight

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The soft rustling of the wind through the trees outside the cabin brought me back to a place I had been trying so hard to forget. But memories have a way of creeping in, no matter how much you try to push them away. The warmth and safety of this cabin couldn't completely erase the scars left behind—not yet, anyway. I sat at the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, and before I knew it, I was back there—back in the house I had shared with Daniel. “You’re useless, Anna.” Daniel’s voice was cold, cutting through the air like a knife. He stood in the doorway of the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me with that same look of disgust I had grown used to. The plate in my hands trembled slightly, but I forced myself to stay still, to not give him the satisfaction of seeing m

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