The Escape

Tessa's pov

The metallic click of the latch echoes in the silent room, sealing my fate. The second he walks away, the last thread holding me together snaps. I let out a gut-wrenching sob. It tears through my throat, raw and ugly. I drop to the floor. My knees hit the hardwood. It feels like he reached straight through my ribs, gripped my bleeding heart with his bare hands, and ripped it out of my