She ran.
Fast.
Hard.
Didn’t care where her feet landed.
Didn’t care who saw her.
Didn’t care that her robe was barely tied, slipping with every step she took.
“Get me out,” she gasped. “Get me the f**k out of here”
The walls were closing in. Every flicker of candlelight looked like a tongue mocking her. Every shadow looked like his body
His hands
His f*****g back while he f****d Giulia like it was a f*****g sport
And she saw it
She saw everything
She ran faster
“Don’t stop,” she choked, her chest heaving as the tears returned so hot her vision blurred again. “Don’t f*****g stop, Isadora. You stop, you break. You break, you die. Just keep running”
She rounded the corner, her breath catching in her throat. The air felt heavy. Toxic. Suffocating
She slapped the bedroom door op
