Mia
Living alone isn’t something I’m used to. There’s almost always been someone—Damon, my mother, noise, movement—something. But today there’s nothing. Just me, silence, and four walls that feel tighter by the minute.
It’s depressing.
I haven’t slept. I’ve barely eaten. The nurse’s words keep looping through my head like a curse, and on top of that, the thought of what Damon was going to do to me hasn’t left my mind since the dinner.
I’ve just been going through the motions at work, not really paying attention—only doing what I usually would on a day-to-day basis. I have more important things to worry about than work.
Like my mother.
When I enter her hospital room, she’s lying still, the oxygen mask fogging softly, eyes closed. The moment she hears my voice, they flutter open.
“Bab
