Puretaboo - Aaliyah Love- Kristen Scott -the In... -

“Am I?” Irene reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Chloe’s face. “You had nightmares for years. You wet the bed until you were fourteen. You flinched every time a man raised his voice. That wasn’t imagination, Chloe. That was memory. And I buried it for you — in this room. Every photo, every date, every notation. I took the pain and put it in these walls so you could live.”