Sleepless Night
That night felt endless. Every tiny sound in the house became amplified, as if the walls themselves were watching me wait. I lay there with my thoughts racing, playing out every possible scenario. Would he lash out? Would he come home early? Would he even realize what I’d done right away?
The clock ticked past 3 a.m., and still, there was nothing. No calls, no texts, no sign that he knew. The silence was deafening, and it made my nerves worse. I stared at the ceiling, wide-eyed and restless, consumed by a cocktail of fear, guilt, and grim anticipation. I wasn’t sure if I was bracing for war or hoping he’d just disappear.
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