[CAMI]
I sit on the bed, the same bed I first woke up in when all this s**t started, still wearing the wedding dress that’s no longer white.
There’s blood on it. Not mine. Some poor guy who tried to help me, or drag me, or who the f**k even knows. Whoever he was, his blood’s on my stomach now, dried and dark and crusted into the lace like a stain I’ll never scrub clean.
I stare at my hands. They’re shaking. My nails dig into the mattress. My throat is raw but I haven’t even screamed.
I think I’m in shock.
Then I notice it.
The ring.
Huge. Obnoxious. A diamond so big it catches the light even in this dim room. I turn my hand slightly and find a little speck of dried blood stuck in the crevice between the setting and the band.
I scrape it off with my thumbnail, gritting my teeth unti
