**We met in the back of the bookstore again, the same little aisle that smelled like old paper and ink. Sophia was already there, pacing between shelves, her face sharp with impatience."You kissed him," she said before I even opened my mouth."I…" My voice caught. "It wasn't like that.""Oh, come on, Cait," she snapped , turning to face me. "You think I haven't seen this before? You're trauma bonded. It's textbook. Abuser breaks you down, then throws you scraps of affection like they're gifts. And you eat it up because he's the only warmth in the freezing hell he built around you."Her voice was low, but furious. Her eyes glistened, not with tears, but with rage."I didn't mean to," I whispered. "It's just, happened." "No, it didn't. You let it. Because some part of you still thinks he's going to love you the way you need."She stepped closer."But he won't. He's not capable. He never was."I lowered my eyes, shame burning behind my ribs.Sophia exhaled and ran her hands through h
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