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Proof of Courage

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Gwen

The message came just after dawn, when the villa was still pretending to sleep. I had been awake for hours. I lay beneath silk sheets that felt more like restraints than comfort, staring at the faint line of light creeping along the ceiling while the ocean breathed steadily beyond the balcony doors. The house held its breath with it, quiet, alert, always listening.

Camilla liked mornings. She said they were for renewal. For gratitude. I had learned they were for surveillance. My phone
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    GwenThe house felt much more hollow after my mother left. I sat curled on the library sofa long after sunset pretending to read while rain lashed softly against the tall windows. The book remained open to the same page for nearly forty minutes. I kept hearing her answer in my head. "Yes." But fractured slightly around the edges. Like belief forced through fear.Matteo eventually entered carrying two glasses of wine. “You’re brooding theatrically,” he informed me. “I learned from Sebastian.” “Fair.” I accepted the glass quietly.The library lights glowed warm against dark wooden shelves while thunder rolled faintly beyond the estate. As children, storms used to bring us here together with blankets and stolen desserts while our father pretended not to notice.The memory hurt unexpectedly. Because suddenly I realized that before Camilla, before Mason, before Kai, before all the violence…I had once belonged somewhere effortlessly. I missed that girl sometimes. “She’ll come back,” Matteo

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    GwenMy mother avoided looking at me the entire morning. Not obviously and that was the worst part. It happened in fragments. A pause too long before answering me, eyes sliding away during breakfast, hands trembling slightly whenever Camilla’s name surfaced in conversation.Hairline fractures. That was what Adrian called them once during one of our late-night conversations. “Control rarely collapses dramatically,” he had said quietly. “It breaks in tiny uncomfortable pieces first.” At the time, I had been talking about myself. Now I realized he could have been describing my family too.I stood near the kitchen windows watching rain collect against the garden stonework while Matteo scrolled through financial reports across the island counter. The house felt restless lately. Like something beneath it had begun shifting structurally.“You didn’t sleep,” Matteo observed without looking up. “Neither did you.” “Fair.” A faint smile tugged briefly at his mouth before disappearing. Silence se

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    Gwen The first thing I noticed, once I allowed myself to notice at all, was how little privacy truly existed.Not the obvious kind, there were no locked doors, no barred windows, no shouted commands. Camilla did not need those. She preferred subtler architectures. Courtesy. Concern. Family obligat

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    Gwen I did not answer Adrian immediately. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I was afraid of how easily I did. His messages never crowded me. That, too, was dangerous. He sent updates about Kayla the way one might place a glass of water within reach of someone recovering from an illness. N

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    Gwen That night, I dreamed in fragments. Not the violent dreams, the ones with water and gunfire and the weightless terror of falling, but quieter ones. Disjointed scenes stitched together without chronology. A narrow bed. The smell of antiseptic. A ceiling fan spinning too slowly. Hands I could

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