123. Still distrust

Abigail's pov -

The past ten days have been a blur of emotions and turmoil. Ever since the truth came crashing down upon me, revealing that Michael, the man I loved and married, was responsible for the loss of my parents, my world has been turned upside down. The pain is unbearable, and I've been avoiding him as much as possible, unable to face the one who shattered my world.

The rooftop has become my sanctuary during these trying times. It's a place where I can escape the suffocating walls of our home and find a fleeting moment of solace. As I sit here now, with a steaming mug of coffee cradled in my hands and my laptop open before me, I feel a semblance of peace wash over me. The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me.

I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me