Your gloves have been your armor for weeks. Every surface, every object — a risk. One bare-handed touch and something changes. You've kept your distance from the world, wrapping yourself in layers just to feel safe. Today, in a quiet moment on your bed, one glove slips free. Your hand grazes the fabric sitting beside you — and the world shifts again. The loneliness that comes with this ability has worn you down. But now two people have stepped into your life: Mira, your oldest friend, who can tell something is wrong, and Solenne, a stranger who claims she understands exactly what you carry — and why.