They Erased Me, So I Rewrote My Life Chapter 22

They Erased Me, So I Rewrote My Life Chapter 22

No one knew what kind of person stood behind those photographs.

“What should I do?” Leo asked. “Reply? Save it?”

“Block her,” I said. “And don’t answer. She thrives on other people’s reactions. No response will hurt her more than anything.”

Leo nodded and did as I said, but his expression still didn’t relax.

He looked at me, his gaze serious.

“Eliza, are you really okay?”

“I’m fine,” I said. “I just see things clearly now.”

Too clearly.

Clearly enough to dissect the motive behind every word, every action.

Clearly enough that no emotional performance could fool me.

Clearly enough that the world sometimes felt like a machine, its gears cold and terrifying.

Leo seemed to see something in my face.

He suddenly reached out and pulled me into his arms.

His embrace was strong, smelling of sunlight and earth. Through his thin T-shirt, I could feel his warmth and the steady beat of his heart.

I stiffened for a second, but I didn’t push him away.

His chin rested lightly on the top of my head, his voice low.

“Then let me give you a little warmth.”