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DAMIAN

I stand rigid, leaning heavily against the toilet sink. My fingers grip the cool porcelain like it is my last lifeline.

I don't dare to raise my eyes to the mirror because I am scared of the truth it would reveal:

An unworthy accomplice. A man who deserves death in her stead.

“Memories of you overwhelm me.” I croak through the emotions that gather thick in my chest