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WHEN I promised to free her, suddenly, the atmosphere became quiet. There was a strange frozen moment enveloping this 3x3 room. But Zoey remained silent, then nodded again as if to bless what I just said.

Then I felt guilty myself for urging her to tell a story. I shifted my seat to get closer to her. It felt like I want to hug her. I guess Zoey also thought the same thing. When we were sad, we want someone to be around us.

Then, Zoey took a breath, then exhaled. It was as if she was taking off some of the burdens of the past she was carrying.

"May I hold your hand?" I was asking permission.

"You already paid me," Zoey replied, "you can do whatever you want."

I just shook my head.

"I just wanted to hold your hand," I repeated.

Zoey then held out her palms.

I held her palms then rubbed them as if I was going to read what had happened to the palms. It was rough. It reminded me of Julia's palm. I guessed the two of them are hardwo

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