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The Clothes
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2026-07-04 07:29:13When I woke up, sunlight was pouring through the edges of the curtains.
For one blissful, disoriented second, I had no idea what day it was, what time it was, or why my body felt so heavy and warm and… rested.
Actually rested.
Not the fake kind of rested where you technically slept but still woke up with your jaw tight and your mind already running.
No.
This was different.
The kind of sleep that sinks all the way into your bones and leaves you
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Decisions I made The Clothes
When I woke up, sunlight was pouring through the edges of the curtains.For one blissful, disoriented second, I had no idea what day it was, what time it was, or why my body felt so heavy and warm and… rested.Actually rested.Not the fake kind of rested where you technically slept but still woke up with your jaw tight and your mind already running.No.This was different.The kind of sleep that sinks all the way into your bones and leaves you feeling like you’ve been gone for hours. Real hours. Deep hours. The kind of sleep I used to think only existed when you were a kid and life hadn’t figured out how to ruin your nervous system yet.I blinked up at the ceiling and frowned.Then it all came back at once.Belle barking.The flash of light downstairs.Texting Paul.The sirens.Dugan.Chris’s car.My parents flying home.My mother crying in the kit
Decisions I made No Amusement
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Decisions I made Dad
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Decisions I made The Truth
I stared at Paul across the kitchen island and immediately knew there was no good answer to that question.Because the truth?The truth made me look stupid.Weak.Embarrassing.Like one of those women everyone swears they’d never be—the ones who keep too much to themselves, make excuses for too long, and wait until things are bad before admitting just how bad they’ve gotten.I looked down at the table instead of at him.“I don’t know.”Paul gave a short, humorless laugh.“You don’t know?”“No.”“Lela.”I sighed and rubbed both hands over my face.“I don’t know what you want me to say.”“The truth would be a good place to start.”Jack stayed quiet beside me, but I could feel him listening. Not in a nosy way. Just there. Present. Waiting to understand the pieces I hadn’t given him yet.I folded my arms over my chest and leaned back in the chair.“It didn’t happen all
Decisions I made Long Night
Paul didn’t wait for anyone to answer him.The second he stepped away from the table with his phone to his ear, the entire kitchen seemed to change.The room got colder.Quieter.Like the text message had sucked all the air out of it.I stayed frozen in my chair, staring at nothing while Jack stood beside me with my phone still in his hand.**I know you’re home. We need to talk.**I could still see the words in my head.Over and over.I know you’re home.Not *Can we talk?*Not *Please call me.*Not *I miss you.*Just that.A statement.A warning.A way of letting me know he was still there, still pushing, still trying to get inside my life no matter how many times I shut the door.My hands were shaking again.Not as badly as before.Worse.Because the adrenaline from the break-in had nowhere to go now. It had settled into somet
Decisions I made The Text
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