The message arrives out of nowhere, piercing the armor of your healing like a poisoned dagger. Once again, the cycle begins. The narcissist is hoovering you back in.
That familiar name on your phone strikes dread and temptation at once. The wounds are still raw, yet hope’s frail embers kindle anew. Could this time be different…could this time bring the love you crave? Your heart stirs, but your mind recoils. This script leads only to ruin.