Chapter 55

Sarah

The car starts, and I stand there looking at the half-open box revealing the dress.

I still hear him call me "cunt".

David couldn't save me. He had to save himself.

Resigned, I pick up my dress and go into the house.

When the door closes and I lock it, I go to my room, leave the box on the chair, and return to the living room. I go into the kitchen, take the prepared food I left to defrost, and put it in the microwave.

When the time ends and announces that it's hot, I pick up a fork and sit down to eat.

The polished stone of the island reflects my face. The cracked lip, the blood I still had on my face, the scarred cheeks, and even the finger marks where Simon squeezed my neck were visible in the reflection.

I look at my image without knowing how long.

My body reacts without my mind, and the plate flies against the wall, with all the food untouched. I burst into tears like I haven't had in almost ten years.

My body shakes, and I slide to the floor, where I curl up in a fetal po