Chapter 159 Ibt 9
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- After the shower, I sat wrapped in a towel on the edge of my bed, dripping onto the hardwood floor, trying to make sense of what I was becoming. I hated them. I wanted them. I hated how much I wanted them. My body didn’t feel like mine anymore. It answered to memory, to sensation, to everything they’d given and taken without asking.
- It was Jake who reached out first. Of course it was.