Broken Wings
She pressed her lips together to stay quiet, but the sobs came anyway—sharp and painful, like guilt clawing up her throat.
She sank to the floor, curling into herself.
Crying.
Because she knew about the deal.
And she had done nothing.
…
Later, she lay curled up on the bed, face buried in the pillow, shoulders trembling.
The room was dim and silent, except for the distant hum of the city.
The front door opened and closed.
Footsteps. Heavy. Familiar.
Riko entered, loosening his belt, voice almost soft. “What now, baby? Crying again?”
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