It had been a year. One excruciatingly long year.
She had never thought she’d have managed it. But here it was.
And how things changed. Sat in a dingy flat, listening to the distressed moans echo through the paper-thin walls of the apartment, alongside the whimsical whistling down the hallway.
Things were just as confusing now as they had been last time.
The smell of vomit still permeated the room.
She crawled into bed silently, holding her nearest toy for comfort.
In the morning her eyes were still swollen and red.
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