Blood and Bone
The air in the living room felt too still—like it was holding its breath, waiting for me to walk in. I hovered at the edge of the hallway, one hand against the wall, grounding myself. My legs were still a little shaky, but my head was clearer now, even if it felt like my thoughts were balancing on a knife’s edge. They didn’t know how much I had heard earlier. I wasn’t even sure how much of it I’d actually processed. I just knew that their voices had pulled me down the hall like a magnet, and I’d stood frozen there, listening to them argue in careful tones over what to tell me. Like I was made of glass. Like I wasn’t standing ten feet away already cracking apart from the inside out. I stepped into the room, and only two pairs of eyes turned to me this time. No Stella no Bailey. My grandmo
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