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***Lily’s POV**The baby started crying twenty minutes into the post-dinner devotion.Aunt Clara tried to keep going, but the sharp, insistent wail cut through every scripture reading. Rachel stood first, murmuring apologies, and carried him upstairs. Mom followed to help. The aunts soon drifted after them, voices soft and practical about warm bottles and clean cloths. Uncle Frank, Leo, and Martins stayed seated a moment longer than necessary, eyes moving between me and the cousins, before Aunt Clara’s sharp look finally sent them toward the living-room doorway as well.The circle broke.I slipped out the side hallway under the pretext of needing the restroom. The storage room sat at the end of that corridor—narrow, windowless, lined with shelves of ceremony supplies, extra chairs, boxes of programs, and the spare linens no one had finished sorting. I only meant to catch my breath, to let the weight of five pairs of eyes and three uncles’ silent claims settle before I had to put the

**Lily’s POV**Rachel’s silence did not feel like safety.It felt like a held breath.The rest of the evening passed under her watchful eyes. I stayed in open rooms. I helped with the baby’s outfit. I folded the last of the programs at the dining table where anyone could see me. Every time one of the cousins entered the room I kept my gaze on whatever task was in my hands. Jordan did not look at me at all. Daniel and Marcus kept their distance. The uncles watched the careful choreography with the same heavy quiet they had carried since breakfast.By the time night fully settled, the family had gathered in the living room again—Aunt Clara reading a final devotion, the aunts murmuring agreement, Mom holding the baby while he dozed. The cousins sat in their usual scattered places. Rachel positioned herself where she could see both me and the hallway.I waited until the reading was deep enough that no one would notice a short absence.“I need some air,” I said softly to no one in particul

****Lily’s POV**The house did not fully sleep until well past midnight.I waited in my room with the lights off, listening to the last doors close and the final muted footsteps fade. The baby had settled. Aunt Clara’s sharp voice had gone quiet. Rachel’s suspicious energy had finally withdrawn behind her own door. Even the uncles had retreated to their beds.My body was still humming from the morning—Daniel and Marcus taking me together in their shared room, the way they had filled both holes while the kettle whistled downstairs. The ache had never really left. It only layered.A soft knock sounded at my door. Three quiet taps.I opened it.Daniel stood in the dark hallway. Behind him I could just make out Marcus and Jordan. No one spoke. Daniel simply nodded once toward the far guest room—the one that had stayed empty, the same room Jordan had pulled me into for the rough standing fuck nights earlier.I followed them.The door shut behind us with a soft click. Marcus turned the loc

****Lily’s POV**The service ran long.Aunt Clara had insisted the entire household attend the midweek evening prayer at the same white church where she had forced me into that ridiculous flowing gown weeks earlier. The priest spoke about purity again. About the dangers of the flesh. About young women who invited sin by the way they carried themselves. Every word landed like it was aimed at the exact place between my legs that still ached from Daniel’s fingers under the rehearsal table.I sat between Rachel and Mom, scarf in place, hands folded, and felt five pairs of cousin eyes and three pairs of uncle eyes on me through the entire sermon. When the final amen came I stood with everyone else, legs unsteady, and followed the family out into the warm night.The parking lot was half-full. Voices rose in ordinary conversation as people drifted toward their cars. Aunt Clara stopped to speak with the priest. Mom and Rachel lingered near the entrance with the baby. The aunts clustered unde

****Lily’s POV**Aunt Clara’s new rules lasted less than eighteen hours.Rachel stayed glued to my side through the rest of the day—lunch, the final ribbon count, the quiet afternoon devotion, dinner. Every doorway I passed, she passed with me. Every time one of the cousins entered a room her posture sharpened. The uncles watched the entire performance with their usual heavy silence. Frank’s eyes lingered longest. Leo’s jaw stayed tight. Martins simply observed, as if waiting to see which side of the house would break first.By the time the household finally went to bed, the air felt stretched thin.I lay in the dark of my room and listened to the house settle. Doors closed. The baby made one soft sound and then went quiet. Rachel’s footsteps crossed the upper landing once, twice, before her own door finally shut. Aunt Clara’s sharp voice did not rise again. Even the uncles’ heavier tread faded.The first soft knock came just after one in the morning.Three quiet taps.I opened the d