Unspoken

Clara sat in the dimly lit room, her eyes fixed on David’s computer screen. Her heart pounded as she scrolled through the emails, each word a dagger cutting deeper into her trust. The passionate messages to another woman were bad enough, but it was the ones to his friends that twisted the knife further."She thinks she knows me," one message read. "But she’s just another pawn. They all are."The room felt like it was closing in on her, the walls pushing her towards a precipice of despair. Clara’s hands trembled, the damning words blurring through her tears. She could hear the echo of her own voice from the dream, pleading for understanding that never came.The sound of keys jangling at the door snapped her back to the present. Panic surged through her veins. David was home. She had to leave. Now.With shaking hands, she wrote a quick note, her pen scratching furiously against the paper. "I know the truth. I’m leaving. Don’t try to find me."She grabbed her bag and fled, the note left on the table like a fragment of the trust that had once bound them. As the door clicked shut behind her, Clara felt a weight lift from her shoulders. For the first time in weeks, she could breathe.Outside, the night air was cool and filled with the promise of a new beginning. Clara knew the road ahead would be long and fraught with challenges, but she also knew she had the strength to walk it. The dream had been a harrowing glimpse into the reality she needed to face, and now, armed with the truth, she was ready to reclaim her life.