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Chapter 22 - MAYA AND I SEPARATENot divorce.

Space.

Three months after I returned, Maya rented an apartment.

I hated it.

Did not fight.

She said:

“I need one room where nobody in your family has ever had a key.”

I understood.

Then:

“And where you don’t keep watching me to make sure I’m okay.”

That hurt more.

“I’m worried.”

“I know.”

“You wake up screaming.”

“I know.”

“I want to help.”

“You want to monitor.”

There.

My instinct to protect had begun becoming surveillance.

Different motive from Victoria.

Same feeling to Maya.

I helped move boxes only when asked.

May you like

Then handed her the key.

No copy.

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