FIORELLA’S POV
A wince escaped me with each step I took.
There was dried blood from my miscarriage between my legs, and fresh blood kept running from my nose after Pedro’s beating.
Tears rushed down my face, across the split in my swollen lips, and the salt stung in my wound.
I needed the pain to stop, but more than anything, I needed the hurt in my chest to stop, and cutting myself could no longer help me.
I needed to end it all for once.
Without hesitation, I stepped naked into the cold lake until the water reached my chest level.
Life wasn’t worth living anymore.
It hadn’t been for a long time.
I fell back with a splash, and everything immediately went quiet as I sank beneath the water.
I had accepted my fate and couldn’t swim out even if I wanted to.
I kept my eyes o
