Chapter 23
Chapter 23: The Unbearable Weight The night was a long, grey desert. Dream sat on the edge of her bed, the divorce papers and the skeleton key laid side-by-side on the duvet like relics from two different, warring faiths. The truth was a physical pressure behind her eyes, in her throat, a sick, heavy stone in her stomach. Tell him. The command was clear, moral, simple. He deserved to know. The boy he had been deserved to know his mother hadn’t willingly left him. The man he was deserved to know his life’s purpose was a phantom. Their fragile, newborn trust demanded it. To withhold this was a betrayal deeper than any corporate espionage. Don’t tell him. The counter-argument was a scream of empathy. She had seen him shattered over a decanter, whispering his pain into the dark. She had f
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