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too much.”
She frowned, firm. “Cassie. Don’t you dare feel guilty for accepting help. People who love you don’t want you struggling in silence.”
“I’ll pay you back,” I said automatically.
“When you can. Not before.”
The way she said it—without expectation, without leverage—made my throat close.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Guilt sat in my stomach like continue reading …
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