22 juillet 2026

The Night He Locked Me Out

The rain poured endlessly, heavy and cold, as if the sky had decided to empty itself all at once.

Water streamed down the porch steps and pooled across the driveway. Thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance, and every gust of wind seemed to cut straight through me.

I stood barefoot outside my own home, one hand pressed protectively against my pregnant belly.

My clothes were soaked.

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