The knife paused mid-air. His shoulders, stiff with authority moments ago, loosened slightly. His gaze shifted from the cutting board to a door at the far end of the corridor — a locked door.
He stared at it for a long moment.
A silent prayer formed in his chest. Maybe today… maybe just for a second… she would step out willingly. Maybe she would look at him without hatred. Maybe she would taste the food he prepared and acknowledge his effort. Maybe she would see that he was trying.
But as always, reality stood heavy against hope.
The locked door remained still.
Hehe thought of posting some lines from the upcoming chapters. Who do you think he is? Ummmm are you excited for the next chapter?❤️