Far away from home seemed beyond reach. Still I waited, knowing getting there wasn't possible.
Faster than a blink, questions flew from Ella. Not one paused - each chipped away at my earlier words like water on stone. What she wanted sat clear: a conversation, just me and Daniel, no detours, no silence left behind.
Fury kept its distance from answers, always leaning toward survival instead. Inside rage, strength took root - so I believed, anyway. Daniel acting like he knew better, making choices on my behalf - it stuck in my chest, sharp and heavy. Most children would've looked away. But here I stood. Everything hinged on this.
