That night, I stayed home in an old hoodie, seeking refuge in silence and flickering movie screens. No one could see the weight I carried, the quiet ache of watching the life I thought I had slip into someone else’s hands. I didn’t need to witness it—I needed to protect myself.
Betrayal reshapes us, but survival is still ours to claim.
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