A single painted nail is a scream nobody can unhear. One streak of color on one finger, and suddenly the room changes. Eyes lock. Questions rise. Discomfort crawls in. That tiny, defiant mark drags a buried horror into the light, forcing strangers to confront what they’d rather ignore. Because behind that nail is a child, a secret, a scar that nev… Continues…
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