MLMM Wordle – ⚠️May have a Trigger⚠️

Sue felt free for the first time in years, never again having to pretend she enjoyed the feel of his fingers and hands. No matter how many layers of nightclothes Sue wore, she could not undo the pain of his touch.

This night, in the dark of the silent garden, she gathered the bag she had hidden under the sandstone plate. Steam from the cold night raindrops on the hot stones seemed a metaphor for her situation. It was too hot to stay with him, and she was the steam. She had tried other solutions, trying to call the authorities to report his abuse, but nothing came of it. There were no outside bruises for them to see. He made sure of that and in bed he was always in control. The years of unrest with him were ending tonight.

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