SELF RECRIMINATION

The night sky was calm and still, the moonlight casting a soft glow over the world below. But in the silence of the early morning, a sound broke through the stillness. A soft, whimpering sound, barely audible at first, but growing louder with each passing moment. Dahlia slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the dim light of the room. She tried to shift her body, but she felt a weight on her waist.

Her eyes widened as she realized that William was lying next to her, his arm draped over her body. She froze, not daring to move. His grip tightened, and she heard a soft, broken sound escape his lips. It was a whimper, muffled by the darkness of the room.