Kali’s POV I stood by the window of my house, watching Ike drive away. I could not bring myself to feel bad, or I might feel shitty for the rest of my life. That phase of my life was over, I always knew it would be over. Now I was back to my hell, and I would deal with it like I always had, with I opened the wardrobe slowly, like it might bite me. Everything was still there. My old clothes hung limply from the wooden rail, faded and worn, the fabric thin from years of use. Dresses with frayed hems. Shirts that had lost their shape. Skirts patched at the seams. Nothing like the soft fabrics and beautiful clothes I had worn at Emmett’s place. My chest tightened. I reached for a dress I recognized immediately. It was a plain brown dress, with a pink patch at the hem. I stepped into it anyway. The fabric clung to me, tight around my shoulders and hips, uncomfortable in a way that made my skin itch. I tugged it down. Like I was trying to squeeze myself back into a life I
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