Silent Tears Loud courage

her trembling hand clutched the knife. The weight of what she had just done hit her like a thunderclap-she had never imagined herself ca

elf to sleep, the constant terror of losing the child inside her-each blow he'd dealt, each insult, each moment of cruelty. She had stayed for so long, thinking t

ds shook as she looked down at the knife. How had it come to this? How had she, a woman

ied, the one she had fought so hard to keep alive despite Elo's relentless beatings, was everything to her. After so many

a worn-out bag, her movements mechanical as if her body was

for her here. The night was cold, the streets dark and unwelcoming, but she could feel the stir

er whole as she walke