Hidden Scars

Winston’s raspy voice, thick with unearned guilt, pierced straight through the fragile armor Sloane had scraped together. Hearing him take the blame made her cry even harder. The agonizing sobs tore from her throat, carrying the weight of two years of unspeakable terror. It felt as though a dam had finally broken inside her chest, washing away the numb shell she had built just to stay alive.

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