Fractured
Freya says, and I can hear the remorse in her voice.
“I know,” I sigh, “This whole thing is taking its toll... I just feel so useless. My daughter is out there, and I have no idea what is happening to her, and I’m just here, making fucking tea,” I shout, my voice rising with every word as the weight of everything finally gets to me. I launch the empty cup in my hand across the room, the porcelain shattering as it hits the wall.
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