On that long night, there had not been time. After he had told her, peeling back his flesh like a gill—showing her what she had not seen—there had not been a moment to think. Between his bouts of confession, she had been preoccupied. As his truth ripped at her, she had held together the tatters of her body, picking up her shredded personhood from the bed around her like fallen confetti.
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