No matter how pathetic it feels,
You must do what you can at the moment.
Manya sat cross-legged on the floor, the jagged halves of her SIM card lying in the shadows beneath the nightstand. The tiny, sharp snap of plastic breaking in her fingers had felt almost cathartic—like severing one of the invisible threads pulling her into danger. Yet the knot in her chest refused to loosen.
She barely had a moment to process the strange relief before a soft thud landed square on her head. The impact startled her, drawing a sharp gasp. Her instincts kicked in, and her hand darted toward the nearest object—a pillow—and hurled it toward the intruder.
Waldron, leaning casually against the doorway, snatched the pillow mid-air with maddening ease, his expression a blend of annoyance and faint amusemen
