Lisa’s hidden vigilance
Just beyond the doorway, Lisa remains hidden, crouched low with her eyes locked on the front room. Her hand rests on the phone, ready to call for help at the first sign of danger. Every raised voice, every sudden movement makes her heart pound harder, but she remains still, listening intently. “Stay calm,” she whispers to herself, breathing slowly to steady her nerves. She knows that if anything escalates, she has to act fast. Her silent watch is my safety net, unseen but essential.
Though she can’t see my face, Lisa knows exactly what I’m going through. She’s poised to intervene, her loyalty unwavering in this moment of crisis. The seconds crawl by, heavy with tension. Each shout from him triggers a fresh spike of anxiety, but she doesn’t falter. Her job isn’t just to protect—it’s to witness and support without adding fuel to the fire. In that room, Lisa becomes my invisible strength, the one person I know will not let this spiral out of control.
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