Part Four The Paper Cage
Part Four
The Paper Cage
She was never lost.
She was placed.
Bought like property.
Signed over in a room she doesn’t remember.
She thinks she’s unbreakable—
but she never saw the contract.
The one with her name written in ink.
And mine written in blood.
Let her rage.
Let her hate me.
The truth isn’t supposed to feel good.
It’s supposed to feel real.
—J.H.
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