Savannah's POV
"Savannah, what are you doing?"
Ethel's sharp voice cut through the morning silence, her tone filled with disapproval. She had no understanding of what this man had put me through, and I lacked the strength to explain anymore.
My vision blurred as my body surrendered to the overwhelming exhaustion that had been building inside me. Days of starvation had left my stomach eating itself from within, while the emotional torment drained every last word from my throat.
There was no time left for explanations or escape.
Before I could process what was happening, I found myself staring at my own reflection in the muddy puddle that soaked my cheek.
Ethel's terrified scream reached my ears, followed by Jonathan's hurried footsteps, before darkness claimed me completely.
When consciousness returned, I was back home. Lying in my own bed as though nothing had occurred. Except for the sight of my husband slumped in the chair beside me.
