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9 pages, Audiobook
First published March 17, 2026
It lodges in her skin like a splinter, this idea that this is all her life is, a game of who will win.
She pauses, restarts like a car with an engine frosted over during the night.
A swift, brittle pain slices through her chest with each hurried step through the gates, as if she has swallowed sewing needles and scissors and they are working hard to vivisect her from the inside out.
A good wife would be considerate of the latter. Elodie is full of curdled cream with a tongue that feels like meddling.
She wonders if he tastes the rot of her half-truths staining her tongue as he kisses her. Or if the darkness caught between their teeth is actually all his.
Jude keeps watching her, an unnerving stillness to him, as if he still has her secrets in his mouth, tucked into his cheeks like marbles.

❝𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆; 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆…❞
❝𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆; 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒔.❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
❝𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒂 𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔.❞
❝𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔;
𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅.❞