Knox, That night, I stared at my bandaged hand, brushing the rough fabric with light, absent pressure, as if the sensation could ground me. The dull ache beneath the bandage pulsed steadily, not sharp enough to demand attention, yet impossible to ignore. Lying on the unfamiliar bed, staring up at the plain ceiling of a room that held no memories for me, I couldn’t stop replaying her words. They came back in fragments, overlapping, echoing, each one landing heavier than the last. Violet was an undeniably intelligent woman. That truth pressed against my chest no matter how much I tried to deny it. She knew me like an open book, every page worn from overuse, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I had no plans for settling down. Never did. The only mission I had ever clearly understood was to rise, to dominate, to become the leader of the gang. Power, control, fear. Those were the things that made sense. And I had been happy with that life. Content, even. But… It didn’t feel right
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