Heather's POV
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The silence in this room had become a second skin-tight, suffocating, familiar. Days had passed, or maybe just hours. Time didn't feel real anymore. I had eaten once. Bathed once. Slept restlessly in between.
Darrian hadn't come.
No apology. No explanation. Not even a knock.
And I hadn't left this room.
Until now.
Something inside me cracked this morning. I stared into the mirror above the dresser, my reflection pale and thin and haunted, and I didn't recognize the girl looking back at me. Her eyes looked hollow. Her shoulders sagged.
But deeper in her gaze was something else-something I hadn't seen in a long time.
Anger.
I pulled on a sweater-one of the ones he'd picked out for me, soft and ivory-and leggings that hugged my legs like a second skin. My body sti
