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... athroom was heavy, vibrating with the unspoken.
The woman’s eyes didn’t just look at me; they searched me, her pupils blown wide with a jagged, crystalline terror that made my own denial feel like a childish toy I’d outgrown.
She didn’t need to speak. The truth was written in the purple flowering of the bruises on her cheek and the way she flinched when the pipes in the wall groaned.
My breath hitched. The image of the "Good Alex"... the man who had bought me a suit, who ...
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