Chapter 5 · free to read
The door clicked, and every watch in the room agreed on the same wrong time. He'd built a stage. All I'd ever done was walk onto it.
One body. I'd read that report a thousand nights. I never once asked why I could recite a house I claimed I'd never lived in.
The click landed in my wrist like a key in a lock I didn't know I had. My arm was his sentence to finish.
She wasn't on the page. He hadn't written a window. Somewhere in the master book, a line had just gone wrong.
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