My cruel husband locked me outside in the pouring rain while I was barefoot and!
With Eleanor’s help, I stood up, still shaking from the cold. Her warmth felt like hope. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Not really… but I will be,” I admitted. She took me to her home, a place of warmth and safety far from Michael. As we drove through the rain, my thoughts swirled—anger, sadness, and…
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