ast with more buttons and dials than a cockpit. All I wanted was a cup of coffee, something simple and fami
but nothing came out. I tried another. A je
d to see Liam standing there, already dre
k it?" he asked, his vo
now how to use it," I mum
nder the spout. His fingers moved with quick, precise movements, pressing a series of bu
oward me acros
ot looking at me. "D
lance in my direction. He had helped me, but his help felt like a complaint, a
was easier to be hungry than to face their silent judgment. I made a conscious effort to stay out of their way, to reduce my presence in the
place I found any comfort was a small, dusty library on the second floor that seemed
ch day, I wasn't the unwanted charity case. I was just Chloe. I could breathe. The silence in the library was a peaceful one, a stark
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