I knew something had shifted the moment the door creaked open that night.I was lying on the edge of the bed, back turned, arms stiff beneath the thin sheet. The night was heavy. Too still. No wind, no creaking boards, no distant owl cries from the woods. Just silence. And then the soft sound of the doorknob turning.I didn’t move.I wanted to believe it was my mind playing tricks. Maybe a draft. Maybe the door just wasn’t latched properly. But no. Footsteps. Slow, deliberate. And then the quiet click of the door shutting again. I knew it was him.I closed my eyes, even though every part of me was screaming to turn, to run, to hide. But I couldn’t hide in here. Not from him. Not when he held all the keys."Marissa," he said, voice low. Like he didn’t want to wake someone else. There was no one else.I didn’t answer.The mattress dipped as he sat behind me. I felt his presence like a storm cloud hovering over my skin. His fingers brushed my arm and I flinched. He froze."You’ve been di
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