Chapter 85 You Are Moretti

Luca sits next to me on the mattress. He wears dry clothes. A plain dark t-shirt and loose sweatpants. He reaches out and covers my cold hands with his warm palms.

"They built a lie," I whisper. My voice is a hollow scrape in the quiet room. "Every memory I have is a piece of fiction. My entire lif...

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