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Chapter 11

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I didn’t sleep that night.

Even long after I changed out of the dress and washed off the makeup, Daphne’s words clung to my skin like something I couldn’t scrub off. You’re a whore. The way she said it like I wasn’t her best friend, like she didn’t know me sliced deeper than anything Ruben or Ken had ever done.

I kept replaying everything. The garden. Her face. Her voice. The storm in her eyes.

I didn't even say yes. Not really. I nodded like a coward caught in headlights. But maybe the damage had already been done long before then.

I didn’t go to school the next day. My chest felt too tight. My head, too heavy. I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember who I even was before all this. Before Ruben. Before Ken. Before that dinner table that turned my entire world inside out.

By afternoon, my mother knocked gently and peeked in. “You okay, Lia?”

I didn’t answer immediately. I just nodded, and that seemed to satisfy her. She didn’t push. She never did.

Later, I finally g
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  • One Heart, Which Brother?   Chapter 11

    I didn’t sleep that night.Even long after I changed out of the dress and washed off the makeup, Daphne’s words clung to my skin like something I couldn’t scrub off. You’re a whore. The way she said it like I wasn’t her best friend, like she didn’t know me sliced deeper than anything Ruben or Ken had ever done.I kept replaying everything. The garden. Her face. Her voice. The storm in her eyes.I didn't even say yes. Not really. I nodded like a coward caught in headlights. But maybe the damage had already been done long before then.I didn’t go to school the next day. My chest felt too tight. My head, too heavy. I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember who I even was before all this. Before Ruben. Before Ken. Before that dinner table that turned my entire world inside out.By afternoon, my mother knocked gently and peeked in. “You okay, Lia?”I didn’t answer immediately. I just nodded, and that seemed to satisfy her. She didn’t push. She never did.Later, I finally g

  • One Heart, Which Brother?   Chapter 10

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  • One Heart, Which Brother?   Chapter 8

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