Chapter 26 Miscommunication

• Her lips bruised, her face soaked with tears and blood, Dali struggled to lift her hand. She stood in front of the familiar smooth brown door, plagued with shame but having nowhere else to turn to.
• Despite her shame clawing at her consciousness, she still placed the knock on the door, tapping with her knuckles twice.
• It was late in the night, the moon the only thing casting its soft glow to her path. She stayed still by the door waiting for the door to be opened to her. Waiting for anyone to come to her aid.