The moment she stopped begging to be understood, her life split in two. No screaming, no witnesses—just a slammed door and a choice she could no longer postpone. Shame told her to turn back. Silence told her to run. But in a stranger’s kitchen, with scars still burning, she learned survival was only the prolo… Continues…
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