Doll of Fate
Copyright© 2025 by Heel
Chapter 5: Out of Sight
By midweek, the apartment felt smaller than ever. Seren had adapted to crutches, but every movement reminded her of the fall, the swollen knee, and the foot that hung uselessly. Every glance at Bree made her chest tighten—a faint echo of that precise, frustrating chain of minutes that had caused her accident.
Finally, Seren made a decision. She couldn’t keep the doll around any longer.
With crutches under her arms, she realized she couldn’t carry Bree in her hands safely. Instead, she placed the doll carefully in a small bag, letting the limp plastic leg flop inside. One crutch under each arm, the bag hanging over her shoulder, she hobbled down the hallway, careful with every step.
“Goodbye, Bree,” she whispered as she reached the trash room. The crutches made her movements awkward, the bag swinging slightly with every step. She nudged it into the bin, making sure Bree stayed down under the cardboard boxes and crumpled paper.
A wave of relief washed over her—the apartment seemed calmer, the shadows on the walls less sharp. Seren leaned heavily on her crutches and let herself breathe. For the first time in days, she felt a small sense of control again.
Hours passed. Dinner, bath, bedtime—Orla finally asleep in her crib. Seren leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes.
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