RAVENNA
I didn't sleep, not really.
My body lay still, wrapped in the blanket that had cradled my silence for nights now, but my mind never stopped. It reeled, looped and twisted through every word spoken yesterday, every look, every noise I didn't understand.
The memory of her face, her voice sharp, smug and cruel, kept flashing before me like lightning.
"You're a slut"
"Oh, you're even pregnant for him."
"Are you aware that he's married?"
"You decided to trap him, by playing little housewife..."
The words were more than insults. They pricked, they felt like I had swallowed needles.
I should have fought back. I should've stood taller, stared her down, and said something she would remember all her life. I should've proved I wasn't what she thought I was, that she didn't know what
