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Aria
I couldn’t stop staring at the photograph.
Even now, hours later, the image clung to the inside of my skull like smoke that refused to clear.
Damian stood in front of a burning house.
Not running.
Not screaming.
Not afraid.
Just… watching.
His teenage face illuminated by orange flames that licked the sky, his shadow stretching behind him like something split from his body.
He looked both young and terrifyingly calm.
Like someone who had already learned that the world breaks before it bends.
I hadn’t told Damian I’d gone back into the gallery.
I hadn’t told him I’d found the drawer he thought was hidden.
But the photograph felt like a truth that
