SOUL BOUND LADY

"It is not forgetting the face of the betrayer, or wiping the slate clean as if it were a silly scratch. The memory is the wound: it stays."

The slate is shattered, and Cordelia is standing in the wreckage.

She wakes in a new place with a new name and the paralyzing knowledge that her greatest enemy wasn't the monster waiting in the dark, but the trusted hand that held the knife.

Her new surroundings are a deceptive calm-a fragile, isolated space where the only threat is the one she brought with her: a profound, toxic inability to trust. She can see the flaws in every lie, the hesitation in every smile. They took more than her freedom; they stole her foundation.

Cordelia is a ghost in her own life, moving through an unfamiliar landscape where every gesture of kindness feels like a calculated move.

She knows the memory is the wound. What she has yet to decide is whether she will let that memory kill her... or make her a weapon.

Update: Every Sunday or maybe🤔 two days a week!