LUNA"The rumours that started when you were seventeen. The ones people in your town whispered about. The things they said about you."My fingers curled at my sides. I knew exactly which rumours he meant.I had grown up hearing them.At first, they had been whispers. A few women talking outside a shop. Someone laughing when I walked past. A man making a disgusting comment while my father stood beside him, pretending not to hear.Then the whispers had spread.Apparently, I was sleeping with men. Apparently, I was meeting men in secret. Apparently, I had inherited my mother's supposed sins, whatever the hell that meant. Every time someone wanted to insult my father, they used me. Every time someone wanted to hurt me, they made up another story about my body, my behaviour, my supposed lovers.I was seventeen when I first understood that people could hate you for things you had never done.I was eighteen when I stopped trying to defend myself.By nineteen, I had learned to laugh whenever
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