Marcelina~Sleep never came.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sabrina standing in front of me with that same cold smile, heard her voice all over again, and felt the sting of hot tea burning my skin. No matter how many times I told myself it was over, my mind refused to let it go. It replayed every word, every insult, every threat until I wasn't even sure whether the ache in my chest came from what she'd done or from how helpless I'd felt standing there.My injured hand throbbed while my collarbone ached every time I shifted on the bed.Silvestri had come back later that night with another painkiller, promising it was milder, but I still refused. Not because I enjoyed suffering. But because I couldn't stop thinking about the tiny life growing inside me.No amount of pain was worth risking that.So I endured it.By midnight, the pain had become unbearable.By two in the morning, I'd cried so much my head hurt almost as badly as my hand. And I couldn't even explain why I was fucking
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