The night stretched long and unforgiving, wrapping around me like a suffocating shroud. The events of the day replayed in my mind, sharp and unyielding. Sleep was a distant dream, chased away by the reality of betrayal and deceit.
In the quiet of the night, my thoughts turned over like stones, revealing jagged edges of hurt and anger. But beneath that, a foundation of resolve began to form. I had learned long ago that silence was not a weakness. It was a strategy. And now, it was the weapon I would wield.
