❃ ❝ when he looked at me- the 𝒘𝒂𝒚 he looked at me- it felt as though flowers began to grow in my chest. I found home between his arms. ❞ Growing up in a world torn by war is no easy task for a girl. A world in which the things you are taught to believe are far from normal, far from safe and or sane, the things acted upon you punishable by death. Things that are so far from humane it takes years for you to realize that living in this much pain is far from natural. Maybelle Cliffdane cannot withstand crowds. She cannot withstand independence. She cannot withstand screaming. The only person who can help her overcome these fears is a boy who witnessed every touch, every strike, every crime committed inside each Death Eater Manor. A boy who's had his lips sealed shut since August 31st, 1987. A boy who wouldn't dare defy his father. Draco's silence was more terrifying than any scream could ever be, and she was tempted to pry his lips open from the inside out.