112. Breathing Fearlessly
Susy
I open my eyes in an unfamiliar place.
The high ceiling, covered with ancient moldings, disappears into shadows. The room is spacious, decorated in a somber style: heavy velvet curtains block any hint of outside light, and the silence is so dense it feels like another presence in the place.
The air has a faint smell of aged wood, and I slowly sit up in bed. The sheets feel soft, but cold, as if the luxury here were part of a trap.
And then, like an unexpected wave, the memories return. Dominic. The room. That devastating scene I witnessed without warning. The kiss. The woman. It was all acted, I know, I repeat it to myself like a mantra, but the pain is still there, intact, like a wound that's just been opened. The feigned betrayal hurt as if it were rea
