Tessy remained on the floor of her bedroom, her back resting against the foot of the bed, knees drawn up to her chest as silent tears traced the same path down her cheeks for what felt like the hundredth time.
Her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as though holding her body together would stop the unraveling of her mind. The video she had just seen echoed in her thoughts like a cruel whisper, one she couldn't silence.
Her breath hitched with every sob she tried to suppress. The room felt smaller, darker, no longer the sanctuary she once found comfort in, but a cage where every memory now felt like a lie.
Roman's smile, his gentle touch, the quiet moments they shared in this very room, how could any of it have been real if he had killed her mother?
She couldn't breathe. The ache in her chest was too heavy to hold. She wanted to ask questions, but she couldn't. What was the possibility that she wouldn't get lies as answers?
