Eventually, I sank back to the floor, exhaustion overtaking the fear. I huddled against the bathtub, pulling my knees to my chest.
My mind drifted to Daniel once more. Where was he? What was he doing?
Did he feel any remorse? Any concern?
I doubted it. His sigh echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of his indifference.
“I’m not dealing with this tonight,” he had said.
Those words replayed over and over, each time cutting deeper.
In that moment, I realized how little I meant to him, how easily he dismissed my cries for help.
It was a painful truth, one I couldn’t ignore any longer.
I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay awake, to fight the cold. But it was hard. So hard.
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