The Braille of My Survival
For twelve years, I’d endured relentless heat, whispers from classmates, and constant isolation.
I accepted every bit of it for one reason—
to protect Chloe from remembering the night our world burned down.
I sacrificed my youth.
My comfort.
My confidence.
Everything.
Just to keep those monsters buried in the darkest corner of her mind.
But as I looked into the pure hatred burning behind her beautiful eyes, a devastating realization settled over me.