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Chapter 170 In the Walls of Our Teeth

Author: Royal Jay
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-11 23:54:44

—Ethan’s POV

Today, I didn't feel like taking anything.

I don’t remember deciding not to. Just… every time my hand got near a cabinet, it felt like it wasn’t mine.

Sophia stayed on the couch. Her knees up. Mug in both hands, empty, but she kept sipping at it anyway.

Irene sat on the floor with his back to the coffee table. He was humming again, low, head tilted like he was listening for something under the floor.

The three handprints in the doorway, I’d been avoiding them. But you can only not-look for so long before you notice you’re doing it.

They were darker now. Not dust-dark. Wet-dark. Like the wood had been drinking something and hadn’t finished swallowing.

I caught Soph staring.

She didn’t blink when she whispered, “They’re deeper.”

I looked again. She wasn’t wrong. The prints had sunk into the frame. Not on the surface. In it.

I wanted to measure them against Irene’s hands. Just to be sure. But I didn’t ask.

The hum in the table pulsed in my legs. My knees kept bouncing with
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