~AliceFor the umpteenth time, I called her name, but Iris just kept drinking from the glass she’d taken from the kitchen, eyes fixed on the window like I wasn’t even there.“Iris, please look at me,” I said, the words scraping out of my throat, raw and aching.She set the glass down with a soft clink, still not turning.“Can you just let me be, Alice?” she said, voice flat, almost bored. “At least you wanted me to come home, and I’m home.”She walked past me, shoulder brushing mine.I couldn’t let her go.My hand shot out and caught her arm, fingers closing around her wrist.“Hear me out. Please. Let me explain.”She stopped, but didn’t turn fully. Her profile was tough, jaw tight.“Explain what?” she asked, voice low. “Explain why Sasha’s head was stuck between the legs you promised belonged to me? Or something else? Let me go Alice, I'm begging you.”The words hit like punches.I felt the tears spill over, hot down my cheeks.“And if I don’t let you go,” I whispered, voice breaking
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