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CHAPTER 47

Author: Darcel
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-30 19:46:43

MEANDRA

The silence in the room was thick, almost suffocating, pierced only by the sound of heavy, uneven breathing — mine.

Then came the sharp crack of a door slamming.

I flinched violently.

The sudden noise echoed through the quiet, jolting my already-frayed nerves. My head snapped to the side, eyes darting toward the source of the sound.

The bathroom door — just slightly ajar now — glowed faintly from the light inside. He had gone in there. I saw his silhouette disappear behind the frame, followed by the hush of running water.

I looked away facing the door.

I blinked, letting out a shaky breath, though it did little to calm me. If anything, the air tasted stale and bitter, like I was breathing in guilt.

My shoulders sagged with relief, but it was short-lived.

My hands still trembled.

The fear hadn’t yet worn off. I could feel it in the way my fingertips twitched when I tried to brush my hair out of my face.

I was trying to gather myself, to feel normal, but my body refused to obey.
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