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Now, at seventeen, she understood too much.

She pulled the key from her pocket again, but this time she didn’t look at the door. She looked at her own reflection in the dusty window—a girl with her father’s chin and her mother’s watchful eyes.

Bailey knelt on the dusty floorboards. She didn’t touch anything. She never did. Baileys Room Zip

Bailey had nodded, though she was only twelve and didn’t fully understand. She understood later, when the silences at dinner grew longer and her mother started talking to the houseplants. She understood when she began to dream of a room that expanded and contracted like a lung, filled with objects that whispered her father’s name.

She let it be.

The key turned with a soft, final click .

She refolded it. Placed it back. Then she walked out, turned the key, and heard the lock click—polite, apologetic, final. Now, at seventeen, she understood too much

Bailey stood. She straightened the jar so the dead bee faced the window. She didn’t take anything. She never did.