⸺The melody is slow, low, the kind that settles deep in her chest, pressing against something
unspoken. Amory’s voice is soft, breaking the quiet between them.


of the woods, the flicker of candlelight—, the quiet rhythm of rain tapping against the wide glass
watching him. ⸺ Zade is at the piano. It’s something she’s only seen him do a handful of times—
⸺The melody is slow, low, the kind that settles deep in her chest, pressing against something
Zade doesn’t look at her⸺doesn’t stop.
Something flickers in her stomach, but she pushes past it, shifting slightly, the blanket



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