Page 21 of Sin of Love

I hate myself more.

I have a nightlight now, so the Dark Empty isn’t dark anymore. Or empty. My cell has furniture. A soft mattress instead of a metal cot. Blankets and pillows. A small desk.

My sanity slips a little more each day.

But when I close my eyes at night, I remember Gideon. As crazy as I know it is, I feel him with me. A glow. A buffer.

His love.

I can fight and die, or surrender and live.

Dead, I’ll never see him again. Alive, I might.

I might.

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DAY 35

What breaks me is the offer of a hot bath.

That’s what they think, at least.

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