Elliot POVI stood in front of the mirror, and I barely recognized the man looking back at me.I smoothed out the silk lapels of my jacket, feeling the stitching down my chest. The fabric fit snugly across my shoulders, covering up the silver line on my abdomen. There was no padding or hidden patches against my ribs. It was me, my own skin, my own smell, and the morning light.I adjusted my cuffs, turning the links into place.The wooden floor creaked behind me. I turned around to see my father walking into the dressing suite.He was wearing a grey tuxedo, his hands clasped together in front of him. He stopped a feet away, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on my face. Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes, shining under the light of the chandelier. He kept his head held high."Look at you," he said, his voice quiet and full of emotion."Dad," I said, taking a step forward.He held up his hand, taking a breath to calm himself down. "For six years, Elliot, I watched you hide. I w
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