Craving The Enemy's Husband
My heels clattered against the concrete, too loud, too sharp, each step a jarring echo of my heartbeat.
Sandra’s voice bled through the stairwell, muffled but desperate, bouncing off the walls. “Christiana! Don’t go like this! Please, just stop…listen…”
I didn’t want to listen to anyone’s pity party, who could I trust? I had no one for me.
My heart was a drum inside my chest, pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. My breaths were ragged, sharp, like glass cutting down my throat and Bryan’s words were all I could hear, replaying with every step I took.
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