The first mistake wasn’t trusting him. It was ignoring the feeling that I shouldn’t have.It started small, like those things always do. A favor here, a justification there. He had a way of twisting things—making wrong feel necessary, making me feel like I owed him something I could never quite name. Guilt is a quiet leash. You don’t notice it tightening until you try to step away.By the time I rea ...
