Rain didn’t just fall that night—it judged. It carved rivers through her hospital gown, through the stitches her parents pretended not to see, through the last thin thread of hope she had in them. Headlights blurred past her like accusations, every engine a verdict, every passing car a choice to leave her bleeding on the edg… Continues…
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