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calls come in. Sometimes, when rain hits the windshield just right, I think about that evening. How close I came to signing away everything. How easily trust can be used as a weapon.
Mostly, though, I think about the moment I chose not to collapse.
I did not scream in public. I did not beg. I did not unravel. I listened. I planned. I protected myself.continue reading …
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