She flinchesbefore my handhas even reached her. Not because I’ve ever hurt her— because someone else did. Love,to her,is still somethingshe watches carefully. So I wait. I let her choosewhen to climb beside me. I celebrateevery quiet purrlike it’s the beginningof a languageshe thought she’d forgotten. Healingisn’t always loud. Sometimesit’s a frightened catfinally deciding this…

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