Souls of Sisters (Chapter 6: The Weight of One Word)
- Leslie Robertson
- Jul 22
- 4 min read
It had been nearly a month since the night Neveah stopped feeling like herself. The bruises had faded, but the shame remained etched deep into her skin. She had managed to avoid mirrors, avoid questions, and avoid herself. Days blurred into nights filled with silence, weed smoke, and mechanical laughter she forced when around Lillianna. She hadn’t returned to The Garden of Eden. She hadn’t seen Christian. She hadn’t danced. She was floating through each day like a ghost in her own life—until the morning her stomach rolled violently and she found herself hunched over the toilet, her breakfast in a puddle, her heart pounding with a sudden, nauseating realization. Something was wrong.
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