Don Markos
Sweettales
The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.
I stared out of the window, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. I had so many questions, but I didn’t know where to start. The prevalent one was; why did he save me if he hurt me every day at work?
When we finally reached my apartment building, Markos cut the engine and turned to me. “Hazel, I only want what’s best for you. You’re living in a dump. You deserve better than this.”
I bristled, the familiar sting of pride and hurt rising within me. “I’d rather sleep on the street than accept charity, Markos. You don’t want what’s best for me. You want to control me, to punish me for somet
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