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~ Alice POV Betrayal doesn’t feel the way people describe it. It isn’t always loud. It isn’t always fire and screaming and shattered glass. Sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it feels like standing in the middle of a familiar room and realizing the walls have shifted an inch to the left… and you don’t know when it happened. That was how it felt with Iris. Weeks had passed since she moved into my father’s estate. My mother’s estate. The corridors she walked now were the same ones my mother used to glide through with laughter in her voice and warmth in her hands. And every time I saw Iris there, standing where my mother once stood, something inside me tightened. She looked comfortable. Too comfortable. I didn’t speak to her. I didn’t trust myself to. Because if I did, I might say somet
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