AureliaPower bends easily.I learned that lesson in the quiet corners of my childhood—repeating it like a solemn prayer until it nestled into my bones, an instinctive response to a world that demands strength.Men, I discovered, bend even easier.Yet tonight, control thrums restlessly beneath my skin, fidgeting like a wild animal yearning for release. From the confines of the car, the city outside flickers and glimmers, raindrops dancing on glass, scattering streetlights into a kaleidoscope of colors. I watch, somewhat detached, as if peering through a distorted portal. My reflection hovers faintly within the glass—perfectly poised, my hair a dark waterfall cascading over my shoulders—a woman untouched by accusations of frailty.And yet…I unfasten my cufflink, the small metal click sounding almost like a whispered protest against the mounting tension. I fasten it again, but the act provides no comfort.“Home, Ms. Blackwood?” my driver inquires, his tone respectful yet probing.I pau
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