kindafunnyorlikenot
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- Parts 11
Mya Hart wakes before the alarm, before the second ring, before he can get angry.
Every movement is calculated-every breath taken like it could cost her.
The bruises don't show yet, not to strangers, not in the gentle hum of the café where she takes her son, Noah, to work and forces a smile for tips. But behind closed doors, love comes laced with fear.
"You know he's mine too, right?" Jack says.
Her hand stills on her son's bag.
Her chest tightens.
He wasn't asking. He was warning.
At home, he says he's sorry.
Says he panicked.
Says he loves her.
And she believes it-just long enough to stay.
Because when he's sweet, it's almost worse.
Because when he's sweet, she remembers the version of him that made her fall in the first place.
And maybe, if she's careful enough, quiet enough, small enough-maybe he won't break what's left of her.
Maybe she can stay whole for her son.
Maybe she can keep them both safe.
Maybe she can hold out until... something. Anything.
But hope is dangerous.
And tomorrow always comes.
And one day soon, she'll have to choose-stay silent... or run.