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nearby pulled at his mother’s sleeve.
Celeste sighed and adjusted her scarf. “Please do not make a scene. You knew this trip was not for you.”
Brielle laughed quietly behind her sunglasses.
I stood there, a grown woman of twenty four, holding the last cup of coffee in a busy airport gate, feeling fifteen years of quiet hurt rise up at once.
I had cooked continue reading …
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