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felt inadequate, thin as paper.
Natalie sobbed. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know how to say it without everything falling apart.”
“It’s not your fault,” I said, voice shaking despite my effort. “It’s his. It’s always been his.”
Natalie’s breath hitched. “Are you safe?”
I looked around my apartment, my locked door, the quiet.
“Yes,” I said. continue reading …
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