Kimberly
The room was silent now, but Cindy’s words lingered, hanging in the air like a shadow I couldn’t escape.
“You don’t have to stay, you know. You could leave. You could find a way.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. Her voice replayed in my mind, soft yet insistent, weaving through my thoughts like a whisper I couldn’t silence. Leave Kendrick. Flee. Be free.
I had dreamed of it for so long, freedom. The idea of slipping away from this suffocating life, of shedding the chains that bound me to him, was a fantasy I entertained every night before sleep claimed me. But Cindy’s suggestion had struck me in a way I hadn’t expected.
She was the last person I’d ever think would encourage me to leave Kendrick. She wanted him for herself; that much was obvious. So why wo
