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CHAPTER ELEVEN: TWO LINES AND NO WORDS

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I tell no one.

Not Sophia, who calls at eight the next morning with updates about Isabella’s digital history and a voice that sounds like she has already been awake for two hours. Not Olivia, who suspected and said nothing and deserves the consideration of me saying something first. Not Evelyn, who surprised me in a corridor yesterday with honesty I wasn’t prepared for and who I am still quietly reassembling my understanding of.

No one.

It is not a decision I make consciously. It is more like a
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