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Fractures

Author: Sunday
last update publish date: 2026-05-10 23:16:32

POV: Nina

For a second after Evelyn walks away, I can’t move.

I just stand there staring after her while my chest tightens so hard it actually hurts. The look on her face keeps replaying in my head over and over again. Not anger.

Disappointment.

That’s worse.

“Nina,” Rebecca says quietly behind me.

I pull away from her immediately.

“Don’t.”

My voice comes out sharper than I intended and Rebecca goes silent for a second. I turn fully toward her now, my breathing uneven as I run a hand through my
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