Liz’s POVArthur’s words rushed around in my head.I would still choose you every single day.I kept replaying them, holding them tight, trying to make myself believe them… but the doubt was there, scratching through all my mind. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe I was enough, that he truly didn’t care how I looked now, but a part of me kept whispering that he only said those things because he loved who I used to be.Not this.Not the older face.Not the lines that didn’t belong to someone my age.I knew he saw the things I tried to hide, the fear, the shame, the way I kept the cloak on, trying to cover every inch of my ugly skin.“Come on,” he said as he squeezed my hand. “Let’s get some rest.”I nodded, letting him lead me toward the door.We barely made it two steps into the hall when rushing footsteps echoed toward us. Cecilia appeared in front of us, breathless, her eyes wide with panic.“Arthur,” she gasped, “you’re needed in your office. Right now.”Arthur’s hand tig
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