Amara’s POVThe second Selena and I stepped into her apartment, I bee-lined for the bathroom. I didn’t even glance at her—I just needed water, steam, anything to drown myself in.I twisted the shower knob hard to the left. Hot water blasted down, sharp needles against my skin. I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, arms braced, and let it scald. The sting was better than the heaviness clinging to me. Maybe if I burned enough, it would scrub the night off.The steam clouded everything, even my thoughts. But flashes still came in—the weight of a body, a laugh, a voice in the dark.I scrubbed until my skin went pink. Until my hair was a heavy rope plastered to my shoulders. Untill my fingers hurt. And still, it didn’t make me feel any better.By the time I finally dragged myself out, Selena was waiting in the living room. A glass of water in one hand, pills in the other.“Here.” Her voice was soft but steady, the kind of tone that didn’t leave room for arguments.I obeyed. My throat
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