The world around me felt like a distant echo, muffled and distorted. I stood in the midst of the pack house, my heart heavy with the weight of a truth I had been dreading. Kenneth was gone. The bond we shared had severed, leaving nothing but a gaping void in its wake. I could still feel the remnants of his love, but the warmth was fading, and all that remained was a chill that wrapped around my heart.
I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t accept that the light of my life had been extinguished by those who had no mercy. Rage boiled within me, a torrent that threatened to consume everything in its path. The walls of the pack house seemed to close in around me, suffocating and confining. I felt trapped—not just in this physical space but in the crushing reality of my loss.
Without thinkin
