202. The Woman Who Breaks AgainNova

I stayed in the hotel for two days. Two full days where time didn’t move the way it should.

It stretched.

It lingered.

It refused to pass cleanly.

I didn’t leave the room unless I had to. Even then, it felt like I was borrowing someone else’s body to do it, moving through corridors, nodding at staff, signing bills I barely registered. I kept my sunglasses on even indoors, not because I needed them, but because I didn’t want anyone to see my eyes. They ...