Third-Person POV Flash Back Continued One year later, Sheena barely left the house.She didn’t work anymore. There was no need to, not technically. Travis brought in good money, real money. The kind that paid bills early, stocked the fridge, kept the lights on without worry. Between Section 8 and Medicaid, everything was covered. On paper, her life looked stable. Comfortable, even.But comfort had a cost.Her days were a cycle: groceries, cooking, cleaning, tending to the girls. And managing the demon that lived in her house, the man who had once been sweet, attentive, protective. The man who had changed.At nineteen, Sheena felt older than she had ever imagined she would. Travis was twenty one now, and his anger had sharpened into something unpredictable. If she moved too slow, spoke too much, sighed the wrong way, there were consequences. What he called love taps were never gentle. A grip that lingered too long. A shove disguised as impatience. A pinch meant to correct.She learne
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