Scarlett pov
Days have passed, and I still haven't received a response. It's strange.
Alright, I admitted to myself, chuckling lightly as I gazed into the mirror.
After a disagreement with my inner self about not contacting my husband Markus again, I sent him a text. He's such a jerk, I muttered under my breath, looking at my swollen, red face, which bore the marks of last night's tears. I stretched my arms, the sound of my joints cracking filling the silence.
You should really stretch more, maybe use some weights to realign your bones, my inner voice chimed in. I rolled my eyes, dismissing it. That can't be my inner voice; it felt more like a demon's suggestion. I wouldn't dare use weights in someone else's apartment and invite more chaos into my life.
As I walked down the hallway, a
