ELLA.
Lurgard's words hit me harder than I expected.
So hard that for a brief moment, everything else blurred out, his voice, the room, even my own thoughts.
And before I could stop myself…my hand moved. The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the air, and only then did I realize what I had done.
My chest rose and fell unevenly, my fingers trembling slightly as I stared at him.
Why couldn't he just speak nicely for once?
Was it so hard?
Did everything have to come out harsh… cold… dismissive?
I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself, but the anger and fear swirling inside me refused to settle.
I might not have anywhere to go right now…but I meant every word I had said. I would rather sleep on the streets, or worse under a bridge, just anywhere than stay in a house filled with men who thought like this.
Men who could casually talk about getting rid of my child like it meant nothing.
Who knew what they were capable of?
