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Home... doesn't feel that way anymore. Nøkk — that's what she is, even in a place she used to believe was safe — stares at the photos on the wall.
She can see the smudges from her fingers on the glass. She reaches out to the faces, imagining them no longer frozen in time. Her hand stills before it can touch.
Nøkk closes her eyes. She should have known better. She did know better. How could she make such a massive mistake?
Her hand moves again, grabbing a photo by its frame. She doesn't look as she pulls it from the wall.