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re the world feels heavy and silent. I swallowed hard and asked Mrs. Hayes, "Is it true? That Liam... that he's be
sed me. Sketchbooks filled with his face were my hidden treasure-until he found them. His face wasn' t just
ly framed me for everything. Ethan, my Ethan, believed her every time, his cold, disappointed eyes killing a pi
urn every bridge. I doused my sketchbooks in lighter fluid and watched them burn, his smile turning to ash. I texted
disgusting. You said so yourself." I announced my engagement to Liam, on the exact same date as his wedding. My parents nodded, relieved, but M
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