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Rhea I had been traveling for so long that the days stopped feeling separate. Buses. Cheap hostels. Floors. Corners of waiting rooms when I could not afford better. By the time I finally reached the city, someone had already taken the last useful things I owned—my phone and my wallet. No contacts. No cash. No way to prove who I was to anyone who might have cared. So I started from nothing again. The restaurant hired me because I did not ask for much and because I was willing to work the hours nobody else wanted. Cleaning. Scrubbing. Carrying trays when they were short-staffed. The pay was small, but it was pay. At night, when the place closed and the last lights went off, I stayed behind and slept on the thin bench near the storage room because rent required more money than I had managed to save. It was uncomfortable. Cold in the early hours. Smelling of grease and detergent. But it was better than the street. Every night before I closed my eyes, I thought of her. My sister. Th

Liliana MillerTwo weeks since the bleeding started. Two weeks since the doctor's voice went soft and the ultrasound screen went still. Two weeks of walking through Grey's estate like a ghost haunting my own life—quiet rooms, careful hands, the weight of a grief that sat low and heavy in my womb like a stone that wouldn't pass.Grey hadn't left my side. He worked from the home office when he had to, but mostly he just *was there*—in the periphery, in the silence, in the space between my broken breaths. He made me eat when I forgot to taste food. He made me sleep when my body wanted to stay awake and punish itself. He touched me like I was made of glass, like I might shatter if he held on too tight.But I was already shattered. And the guilt—the fucking *guilt*—ate me alive some nights until I was nothing but teeth and regret. I looked at him across the dinner table and saw everything I'd stolen. The child that would have had his eyes. The truth I'd buried so deep it had festered. The

Rhea“You can’t convince me otherwise!”The words came out sharper than I meant them to, but I did not take them back. Across from me, my therapist only smiled the small, patient smile she used when I was circling something instead of sitting in it.“I’m not trying to convince you,” she said. “I’m asking what the anger is protecting.”I looked at the plant in the corner of her office, then at my hands. The scar on my face felt louder under the soft light.“My mother,” I said finally. “I hate her. I hate that she couldn’t protect me. I hate that she made me a mother when I was still a child myself. I hate that she chose survival in the ugliest way and left me to carry what she wouldn’t.”The therapist nodded once, not shocked, not pitying.“And your father?”“He was absence with a mouth. When he was there, he made everything worse. When he wasn’t, the house still smelled like him. I don’t waste as much hate on him. He was easier to understand. My mother is the one who should have known