TamaraThe next day felt different. Not because anything had changed, but because I had.There was a stillness in the air. Not the peaceful kind—this one felt heavy, like a warning. I couldn’t sit still. My chest kept tightening every few minutes, like my body knew something I hadn’t figured out yet.I kept glancing at the door like it owed me something. Freedom, maybe. Or a reason to keep holding on. I didn’t even wait for Sean to call me. I went downstairs, already dressed, pretending like I needed fresh air. I had no plan, just instinct. My mind was louder than anything around me.Sean was in the living room, sitting like he always did—arms folded, back straight, watching a football replay like it mattered. The screen lit his face, but he wasn’t really watching. He was just existing. Like me.“I want to go out,” I said quietly, standing at the edge of the room.Sean didn’t even look up right away. “Where to?”“Anywhere.”He eyed me, squinting slightly. “You need to breathe, huh?”I
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