Mara tried to stand, but no one called her name. Daniel lowered his head, shoulders shaking.
I walked out before anyone could reach me.
Outside, the evening air felt clean.
They canceled me on Christmas like I meant nothing. So I handed them the truth and watched the world see them exactly the way they taught me to feel.
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