CHAPTER PART 1 WHEN RUNNING STOPS Ethan didn’t drive home. He turned the car around. The city lights blurred past his windshield, neon and white streaking together as if the world itself couldn’t keep still. His hands were steady on the wheel, but his chest felt tight, compressed by something heavier than fear. He had spent too long reacting. Too long to absorb. For too long believing endurance was the same as strength. Maya’s face rose in his mind not crying, not afraid, but standing in front of him, eyes clear, voice steady, refusing to be protected into silence. That’s what they don’t understand, he thought. She doesn’t break. She confronts. He pulled up outside her dorm and parked crookedly, not caring. This time, he didn’t hesitate. Maya was sitting on her bed when the knock came. She wasn’t surprised. She stood slowly, heart hammering, and opened the door. Ethan stood there, breathing slightly harder than usual, hair mussed, jacket half-zipped like he’d forgotte
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