Morning light pulled her awake.
Her bed.
Her room.
Her dress still on. One heel gone. Phone plugged in beside her purse.
No pain. No signs of harm.
But the memory stopped at Samantha.
The whispers.
The drinks.
The dance floor.
Cold air.
A cigarette.
And thatvoice.
Clear.
Steady.
But his face?
Gone.
She had always kept her guard up.
But last night didn’t feel like danger.
It felt like care.
Maybe it was the way he spoke.
Maybe it was the drinks.
The way he steadied her without taking control.
The way he made sure she was safe… and left.
Maybe it was the way he took care of me… for once in my life.
She didn’t know his name.
Didn’t know his face.
Didn’t know why he helped her.
Rebecca stared at the morning light on her wall.
I don’t know this stranger.
And that’s what scared her most of all.
