My boyfriend sent me $500 for our anniversary.
Then went to drink with the girl who wants him.
That night, someone followed me into an alley.
I screamed for help.
The man who came?
Not my boyfriend.
His uncle.
A cop with scarred hands and a voice that makes me forget to breathe.
Now we live in the same house.
He watches me play piano at midnight.
I pretend not to notice.
Last night, he found me crying in the kitchen.
He didn't say a word.
Just pulled me into his chest and held me like I was his.
I should have pushed him away.
Instead, I whispered, "Don't let go."
And his arms tightened.
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