2 septembre 2026

The Night He Locked Me Out

Then he shut the door.

Locked it.

And walked away.

At first, I thought he would come back.

Surely he would realize what he had done.

Surely he wouldn’t leave his pregnant wife standing outside in a storm.

But the minutes passed.

Nothing happened.

I knocked.

Then pounded.

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