Josie
I didn't know when the tears finally stopped last night. One minute I was pacing the length of my room, replaying every cruel word and cold look, the next, exhaustion dragged me down into a restless sleep. My pillow was still damp when I woke.
I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling as the ache in my chest pulsed with every breath. I'd always thought love was supposed to be a safe place. A shield. A comfort. But the men I loved most had somehow become the sharpest blades aimed at me, cutting deeper with every encounter.
And the worst part? I had no idea how to make it stop.
When I finally pushed myself up, the house was quiet — the sort of unnatural silence that pressed down on you like a weight. I padded out into the hallway, half-expecting to hear the usual morning chatter from the kitchen, but there was nothing.
