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Chapter 4 - The Cracks I Can’t Hide
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EVANI wake to the sound of a church bell.It takes me a second to remember where I am — not because the room is unfamiliar, but because the dream lingers, thick and heavy, making everything feel slightly off. For a few seconds, I’m still on the bridge from last night’s sleep, fog curling around my legs, two women at opposite ends calling my name.Then the bell chimes again, and the spell breaks.Rome.The small apartment.The high ceiling, the cracked plaster in the corner, the faint smell of coffee drifting in from somewhere below. A scooter revs outside, followed by the echo of laughter in the alley.I stare at the ceiling, heart beating a little too fast for someone who hasn’t even moved yet. My body feels like it’s been braced against something all night.The dream clings to me stubbornly.Leah at one end of the bridge. Livia at the other. Fog thick between them. No matter which way I turned, the other faded from view. No matter how fast I walked, the distance never closed.I shu
All the Names She Wore Chapter 4 - The Cracks I Can’t Hide
LEAHI wake before the sun finishes climbing over the rooftops — not because I’m rested, but because my brain doesn’t seem to understand rest anymore. My body’s rhythms used to be predictable. I used to sleep through anything. Evan always joked he could run a chainsaw next to me and I’d keep sleeping, snoring even.Now I wake at the smallest shift of shadows. Now my dreams feel too loud. Now my body feels like it’s running on borrowed electricity that shorts out without warning.The house is quiet when I walk into the living room. Too quiet. I’ve never noticed how large it is until this week. Without Evan’s sounds — water running, laptop keys clacking, footsteps pacing when he’s stressed — the place feels hollow. Like a hotel room after checkout, full of the ghost of a life but none of the warmth.The blinds are half-open, the early light striping the walls in slanted gold. It looks beautiful and lonely at the same time — like the kind of light you see in a painting of a woman aband
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