Celeste
Blocking Matt sent a whirlwind of emotions crashing down on me. I felt a mixture of pride, sadness, and overwhelming regret.
At first, I was able to keep myself busy by cleaning the entire house from top to bottom, just as Jack ordered.
As I moved around the house, the rhythmic motions of cleaning became almost therapeutic. Jack’s words echoed in my mind, reminding me of my ‘duties’. But I wasn’t cleaning for him; it was a welcomed distraction, a physical way to keep my mind off of Matt.
The sound of the vacuum roared, drowning out my thoughts as I methodically went over the carpet. The repetitive back-and-forth motions were soothing, keeping my racing heart in check. With every swipe of the cloth over the dirty surfaces, every piece of trash picked up, and every d
