Chapter 43 Chapter 43

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He stops at my lower abdomen, and although he leaves his finger there, the floorboards broadcast his methodical movements. I frantically track the sounds as he walks around the perimeter of my bed, my prison. My chest deflates and my body freezes—fear firing anew despite his words promising relief. I...

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