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stool in the bathroom.”
“Was Chloe there?”
“At first.”
“What happened after?”
Lily’s lips pressed together.
I waited.
Dr. Benson waited.
The heating vent clicked on, pushing warm air into the room.
“She told Chloe to go pick a nail color,” Lily said. “Then she said I was making Chloe feel bad because people like my hair.”
My throat tightened.
“She said hair continue reading …
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