Kimberly
“If that’s the case, then I think we could work this out” I muttered.
After saying that, I expected Kendrick to tact or say something but he didn’t.
The silence that followed made me wonder if I’d even said them out loud. But I had. I knew I had, because my voice had trembled, and my heart had raced like it was trying to outrun itself.
I didn’t say it because I forgave him.
I didn’t say it because I trusted him.
I said it because I wanted to hope.
I needed to believe, if only for a moment, that this nightmare could turn into something survivable. Maybe even something better.
Maybe I could reclaim a piece of myself without running. Maybe, just maybe, I could build something stronger from the ruins.
But the truth was, I didn’t know how.
Not yet.
After he left, I return
