The Slap That Ended Everything

woman sitting in it.

So she slapped me.

It wasn’t a wild slap. That would’ve been easier to dismiss as drunken nonsense. It was crisp and deliberate. The kind of hit that says, I believe I can do this and still be protected.

And that’s what she was really counting on.

Protection.

From him.

She just didn’t know his protection had already expired.

Tell Her

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