Sitting in front of the police officer, I wonder how I ended up here. At what point did I let everything spiral out of control like this? How did I allow myself to be reduced to this, a hollow shell trying to piece itself back together? I wipe away a tear slipping down my cheek. All of this is because of him, Asher. He destroyed me. He trampled over every fragment of the person I once was and left me half-dead. And yet, I can't even hate him the way I should. That's the cruelest part. I still cling to the memories of what we were, of what we could have become.
This story contains themes of abuse, sexual violence, and emotional manipulation. Some scenes may depict situations involving physical and psychological abuse, sexual assault, and other sensitive topics that could be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.