Chapter 5 · free to read
Month two. She had asked for work in the workshop, which was the only way she could think of to be near him without having to speak.
Month three. Neither of them had touched the other yet, which by now had become the most physical fact in the room.
She had drawn that wrist a hundred times. She had never once drawn it with somebody watching.
It was not hidden. It was worse than hidden. It had been left where anyone in the room might read it, by a person who could not say it aloud either.
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