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Chapter Nineteen: The Things My Hands Remember (Eliza)

Author: Siren Parker
last update publish date: 2026-02-12 22:20:50
Thomas is in the room with me and I am not allowed to want him the way my body wants him.

That is the first cruelty.

Not that time stole my voice. Not that it showed me his death like a rehearsal and left the image lodged behind my eyes. The worst part is simpler: my skin recognizes him as safety, and safety has become a weapon.

So I keep my hands folded.

I keep them tucked into my sleeves, fingers curled tight enough to ache, as if pain might be easier to manage than longing. I sit near the hea
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