Chaotic Obsession
— Johnny
Alli stood there in the dim light of the kitchen, the letter trembling in her hands, the thunder rumbling in the distance.
She didn’t cry.
Not yet.
Instead, she whispered to herself, barely louder than the breath that escaped her lips:
“…he really did it.”
And for the first time in days, she didn’t feel afraid.
She felt seen.
Johnny’s POV
The storm outside was biblical.
Water slammed against the tin roof in sheets, and wind howled like the ghosts of every mistake he'd ever made. Inside the shop, the heater rattled and moaned but barely kept the cold out. Johnny stood under the hood of an old Buick, pretending he gave a damn about the carburetor when in reality, he hadn't tightened a
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