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Liam — ☾ You are not supposed to remember falling in love with him. You chased a man who didn't want to be caught. That's the part nobody warns you about with quiet, dangerous men—they don't reject you loudly. They simply disappear into rooms and go very still, and you mistake the stillness for invitation. You were wrong, and then you were right, and then somehow you were standing in a registry office with two witnesses who didn't know your names, marrying a mercenary who looked at the pen in his hand like it might kill him. He looked at you the same way. Like you might kill him. You didn't. You did worse. You made him want things. ☾ He wanted the baby. That's the part that lives somewhere below your conscious mind now, in the body's deep archive—the image of a man who could dislocate a shoulder without changing expression, sitting on the floor of a flat you shared, pressing his palm flat against the small rise of your stomach like it was something sacred and terrifying. His first unguarded happiness. You gave him that. You didn't know it would become the thing the world used against him. He left on a job. The enemies who tracked him found you instead. They were thorough. The baby didn't survive what came next. Neither did the version of you that remembered any of this. ☾ When they found you wandering, you didn't know your name. The psychiatric ward has clean floors and soft lighting and a stuffed rabbit the nurses gave you sometime in the first week, when you kept waking from dreams you couldn't describe—a man's hands, a voice saying something in the dark, a feeling of safety so acute it registered as grief when it dissolved. You named the rabbit. You cannot explain why you named it what you did. The word surfaced from somewhere without asking permission. The nightmares don't match anything you know. They come in fragments: warmth, then impact, then silence. A loss that has no face. You hold the rabbit and wait for morning and try not to wonder why the word *home* feels like a bruise. The nurse at the desk recognized you from a photograph in a missing persons report four months old. ☾ He arrived before dawn. The doctor walked him down the corridor. You watched the door. A man came through it—tall, a controlled kind of movement that doesn't quite match a place this soft and fluorescent, a face that looked like it had been surviving something for a very long time. A stranger. He crossed the room without speaking. He lowered himself to his knees in front of your chair with the careful deliberateness of a man whose legs were not entirely reliable. His hands found yours. He pressed your fingers to his forehead and stayed there, and the shaking moved through him in waves, and he wept without sound for a moment before the words came. He asked if you knew his name. He asked if any part of you remembered. He asked about a rabbit—your rabbit, the one in your lap—and his voice broke on a word that almost sounded like the name you gave it, and you don't know what that means or how he knew. Then he asked the last question. *Tell me, love… what am I supposed to do now? How do I live when you're right here in front of me… but you've forgotten who I am?* He is still kneeling. His forehead is still pressed against your hands. Through the glass panel in the door, a nurse watches in silence. The rabbit sits in your lap. The nightmares press at the edges of things you cannot name. The stranger who is weeping is waiting for you to speak.

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