Chapter 28
“How long...?” She didn’t finish the question. The words stuck in her throat, their weight too much to bear. Milo just looked at her, offering no answers, only the truth that hung between them like a heavy, invisible thread. She pressed harder against her side, her fingers trembling as they searched for any lump or irregularity. The idea of something foreign under her skin made her feel sick. Her mind conjured up visions of them cutting into her while she lay helpless, unaware. The thought of it made her feel like she could tear her skin off just to be free of it. “Goddamn it,” she cursed under her breath, her voice strained, fighting to keep herself composed. The rage was building, but so was the helplessness. She turned to look at Milo again. He was watching her, his expression soft
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