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I was not running anymore.
“Can I see you?” she asked.
“Not today.”
Her breath caught. “I came all this way.”
“And I lived all those months in my own home being treated like a burden.”
“I need time,” I said.
For once, Lily did not argue. “Okay,” she whispered. That single word, delivered without protest, was how I knew something might have changed. Not fixed.continue reading …
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