My pulse spiked.Oh no he heard.I turned the water higher, scrubbing the sink quickly, forcing my breathing to steady.“I’m fine,” I called out, but my voice came out rougher than I wanted.“I didn’t ask if you were fine.”Another cough tried to rise—I swallowed it down hard, gripping the edge of the sink until my knuckles went white."Please," I said, quieter this time. “It’s nothing.”For a moment, I thought he might ignore that. Push. Open the door anyway.But he didn’t.A shift outside.Then the sound of his footsteps—measured, unhurried—moving away down the hall.Only when they faded completely did I let my grip loosen on the sink.My knees felt weaker than I wanted to admit.Then I looked in the mirror at the girl staring back, looking pale with thin black veins spreading from her neck. My eyes were too bright with barely contained panic.But I am still alive. I had to stay that way long enough to watch Anthony burn.The next morning I woke up expecting to feel the pain worseni
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