There are levels to survival. Things you swear you’ll never accept—until you do. Until you have to.
Honor was supposed to mean something, wasn’t it? But honor doesn’t quiet the cries of a child in the dead of night. Justice doesn’t pay the bills piling up on the counter. Morality doesn’t patch together a home that’s already frayed at the edges.
So, the lies were swallowed. The shame. The betrayal. The late nights filled with secrets and cold, hollow excuses. The chains of addiction that dragged everything further into the dark. All of it endured, not because it was deserved, but because stability demanded it. Because sometimes survival means sacrificing the very things that once defined you.
But there’s always a breaking point. The cracks had been forming, creeping through the fragile walls like whispers of a storm long overdue. The weight of another’s choices pressed down heavier with each passing day, threatening to crush everything—every fleeting moment of peace, every hard-won ounce of strength, every innocent smile that depended on the illusion of safety.
The silence was the hardest part. The silence that pressed like a hand around the throat, that held back the screams, the truths, the rage. How much longer could it last? How much could be swallowed before it all spilled over?
Because silence has a cost. And when it finally breaks, someone always pays.
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. There are levels to survival. Things you swear you'll never accept-until you do. Until you have to.Honor was supposed to mean something, wasn't it? But honor doesn't quiet the cries of a child in the dead of night. Justice doesn't pay the bills piling up on the counter. Morality doesn't patch together a home that's already frayed at the edges.So, the lies were swallowed. The shame. The betrayal. The late nights filled with secrets and cold, hollow excuses. The chains of addiction that dragged everything further into the dark. All of it endured, not because it was deserved, but because stability demanded it. Because sometimes survival means sacrificing the very things that once defined you.But there's always a breaking point. The cracks had been forming, creeping through the fragile walls like whispers of a storm long overdue. The weight of another's choices pressed down heavier with each passing day, threatening to crush everything-every fleeting moment of peace, every hard-won ounce of strength, every innocent smile that depended on the illusion of safety.The silence was the hardest part. The silence that pressed like a hand around the throat, that held back the screams, the truths, the rage. How much longer could it last? How much could be swallowed before it all spilled over?Because silence has a cost. And when it finally breaks, someone always pays. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798315900139
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