No, Really, I’m Fine

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She held her breath as he passed out the drinks.

She’d grown used to surviving on little. A drop or two of affection here and there. No more.

And because she needed little, she got less.

She felt dusty and prickly, and she sat in her corner and resolved to say nothing, show nothing, while he fussed over the…