Kimberly
Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, yet its warmth did nothing to chase away the chill that had settled deep within me. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the events of the previous night replaying in my mind like a cruel, unending reel. My heart thudded heavily in my chest, each beat a reminder of what Kendrick had said before storming out.
There will be consequences.
The words echoed like a dark promise. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew enough to be afraid. Kendrick wasn’t the type to forget or forgive easily, and I had crossed a line he clearly considered sacred.
I forced myself to sit up, my legs heavy as I swung them over the side of the bed. My room felt suffocating, the walls pressing in on me with their silent reminder of the trap I was caught in
