The road wasn’t long and as she pedaled she felt the night flowing around her. The sound of the tires on the asphalt. The faint chatter in the distance. The many fears tangled in that short ride
and pouring all over her.

The fear that nothing would ever be enough or that she’d never be enough for what she wanted.

She looks at the front door. She turns back to him and understands that he can no longer do anything to her. Her head spins and she struggles to walk straight, but she moves slowly to the door. She touches the handle with her hand and opens it. She looks outside, towards the stairs. She sees no one, hears no sound.