28 août 2026

“The Night He Faced the Wrong Woman”

“If something bothers you,” I said evenly, “you can move it yourself.”

Silence.

The rain tapped against the windows. The house felt smaller, tighter.

He wasn’t used to resistance. He was used to control. And control only works when the other person participates in it.

He studied me like I was a puzzle that wouldn’t solve itself.

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