The hours dragged on, the cold intensifying. My mind wandered back to the beginning, to when Daniel and I had first met. He was charming then, attentive. I never imagined he’d become so distant.
What had changed? Was it me? Or was it this insidious influence Margaret seemed to have over him?
Margaret had always been a presence in our lives, one that seemed impossible to ignore. Her opinions carried weight, a constant shadow over our marriage.
I remembered the first time I realized she didn’t like me. It was subtle, a comment about my cooking, a glance at my outfit. Small things that piled up over time.
Her disdain grew, barely concealed. Daniel always brushed it off, claiming I was reading too much into things.
But here I was, locked in a bathroom, her disdain now tangible and suffocating.
I shook my head, trying to dispel the memories. They only made the cold feel sharper, the loneliness deeper.
In the quiet, I could almost hear Margaret’s voice, her dismissive laugh. It made me shiver, a chill running down my spine.
I pushed myself to my feet, determined to try the door again. But the lock was stubborn, unmoving.
Desperation clawed at me. I pounded the door again, my fists aching with the force.
But no one came.
The silence was unbearable, a reminder of how truly alone I was.
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