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Justice Before Healing Is Just Another Violation

Auteur: Mayemura Special
last update Date de publication: 2025-12-20 01:04:01

Adrian’s POV

Kayla fell asleep with her fist wrapped around my thumb. She had done that more often lately, reaching for me without looking, as if she trusted I would still be there when her eyes closed. Miguel called it object permanence rebuilding. I called it the most terrifying privilege of my life.

I sat beside her bed long after her breathing evened out, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest, the faint crease between her brows that only appeared when she dreamed. Some nights she sti
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