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Twelve
Dani: When I woke, the ache in my body was sharper than before, but sleeping had dulled the edge of my exhaustion. I blinked groggily, my eyes adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and letting the quiet of the house sink in. Then, the events of the night before crashed back into my mind, and I felt the weight settle on my chest all over again. I forced myself to sit up, wincing as the motion pulled at my ribs. The room felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. I glanced down at my clothes—still the same ones I’d worn during the attack, smeared with dirt, blood, and dust. No wonder I felt awful. I shuffled to the bathroom, careful not to look too closely at the mirror as I turned on the shower
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