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think this means you get to make decisions.”
“I’m not making decisions.”
“Good.”
“Savannah is.”
Megan hung up.
I sat in my car for a full minute, hands on the steering wheel, waiting for the old guilt to arrive.
It did not.
That was when I knew healing was not some grand emotional sunrise. Sometimes healing was just realizing the hook had missed you.
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