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51. Victor Blackwood

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I kissed the photo of Anne before pulling my clothes back in front of it, careful not to knock over the little altar I'd built her. It was just growing in size lately—her picture now in a bigger golden frame, a candle, the comb she dropped in her locker once, and the few notes she wrote directly to me, folded and refolded so many times the creases were nearly white.

Since she tricked me into telling the truth, everything's been different. Like something inside me finally clicked into place. I thought I'd lose everything that night, but instead... she said I was her responsibility. Her problem.

She acknowledged me. Claimed me.

She said I was hers.

I left my room with a strange lightness in my chest, the kind that makes the world feel manageable. Breakfast with Grandma was waiting—ten minutes of misery, but after that I'd see Anne. Maybe she'd let me touch her hair today. Maybe she'd let me stay longer.

Then I heard it.

"Victor," a woman's voice called softly as I entered the kitc
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