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“Let her,” Adele said, as if she’d read my mind. “She already betrayed you. You’re just naming reality.”
After we hung up, I sat on my couch in my quiet apartment and stared at my bare walls. My phone buzzed again.
Mia.
I hadn’t expected that. Not so soon.
The message was short.
Hi Aunt Elena. Mom gave me your number. Grandma’s yelling a lot. Are you okay?continue reading …
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