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After the shower, I sat wrapped in a towel on the edge of my bed, dripping onto the hardwood floor, trying to make sense of what I was becoming. I hated them. I wanted them. I hated how much I wanted them. My body didn’t feel like mine anymore. It answered to memory, to sensation, to everything they’d given and taken without asking.
It was Jake who reached out first. Of course it was.
Please. Just talk to us.
Us.
The message sat on my screen for hours before I replied.
Tomorrow night. My place. Both of you. No more lies.
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They came right on time. Jake brought flowers again. Of course he did. He was always trying to be the good one. Julian brought nothing but a smirk and a leather jacket he didn’t take off.
I didn’t let them sit. I stood in the center of the living room, arms
