Chapter-24

Reluctantly, I decided to refrain the tiresome task of heading downstairs in search of ice. Instead, I settled for a simple wet rag, placing it gently on my wrist. Little did I know, this seemingly harmless choice would have unforeseen consequences. The following morning, as I peered at my wrist with curiosity mixed with trepidation, a rather unsightly and rather alarming shade of purple greeted my eyes. It appeared as if an ominous ring had taken shape beneath the delicate surface of my skin. It was a stark reminder of the power of even the smallest decisions and the undeniable impact they coul have on our lives.

I hated that this had become my life.

I had never experienced the need to conceal bruises before, but it made me ponder if my mother had endured this. Had this been the kind of life she had prior to her untimely death? Could he have subjected her to such cruelty without my awareness? I recall Papa mentioning that he intended for me to meet the same destiny as my mother. Was