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Tell them it was nothing.
Tell them I’m good.
For years, I had carried his secrets like they were my responsibility, but as I watched his hands shake, I realized the man I feared had only ever been powerful inside a silence I helped maintain.
“It wasn’t the shower,” I said, my voice unfamiliar but steady enough to exist.
The air rushed back into the room like something released.
Brandon lunged forward on instinct, but he was intercepted immediately, his protests unraveling into accusations as he was guided out.
“You’re ruining everything,” he shouted.
“You’ll regret this. You always make things worse!”
The door closed, and for the first time in years, the sound of his voice stopped reaching me.
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