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CHAPTER 21 — THE WEAKNESS HE CAN'T HIDE
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2026-05-22 00:14:49The eighth day is when he truly begins to crumble.
I wake to the sound of him vomiting in the adjoining bathroom. A guttural, wet, desperate sound. I lie in bed for a few seconds, just listening. Each heave feels like a silent victory that warms something cold inside my chest. I don’t feel pleasure. I feel relief. As if every piece of him that falls apart is a piece of me coming back to life.
Margaret runs down the hallway, baref
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