Anna Kendra

And then it hits me. The guilt. The weight of everything I’ve done, everything I’ve hidden. My legs give out, and I crumble to the floor,

I pull her into my arms, holding her like she’s the only thing anchoring me to reality.

All I wanted now was peace. Just peace. Not revenge, not answers, not the twisted comfort of revisiting old wounds. I wanted to leave it all behind, to carve out a future where my life wasn’t dictated by shadows of the past.