Chapter 9 · free to read
Invisible is a skill. I had eleven years of practice at it, and it failed me the morning somebody decided to look.
He had put his own throat in front of mine and called it arrogance, so that nobody would call it a gift.
Our hands met over a mixing desk in an empty studio, and eleven years of being nobody came apart in one second. I did not pull away as fast as I should have.
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