The bedroom door closed. Click. Final. Trapping them together.

Emma and Daniel. Alone. In room that used to be theirs. In space that felt like cage. In silence that screamed.

Emma breathed. Deep. Preparing. This was it. Next step. Harder step. Most disgusting step.

She moved toward him. Slow. Deliberate. Each footstep costing something. Each inch closer killing something inside.

Daniel watched. Arms crossed. Face suspicious. Body tense. Waiting. Always waiting for ...