Chapter 113

“Because they never cared,” I started, my chest rising and falling unevenly. “No one ever did. No one ever showed me what genuine love looked like. You still want to know more?” My voice cracked on the last word, and I realized I wasn’t holding back anymore. Everything I’d buried under the facade of strength was clawing its way out. Her eyes lingered on me, quiet, patient—too patient. “And you,” I said, my jaw tightening, “you’ve been looking at me the same way they all do. Like you want to run away.” There was a strange ache spreading in my chest, sharp and unfamiliar. This—this was exactly why I didn’t talk about it. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. Vulnerable. Exposed. Because this is all I’ve ever known, keeping it in, pretending it didn’t hurt. But then, slowly, her hand reached up, her fingers brushing against my face with a touch so soft it almost hurt. “It’s a good reason not to like them,” she murmured. “But hate, Maurice… that’s a heavy word. I understand you,