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Chapter 213: Saturday
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... ething I was responsible for managing.
If I were smaller, if I were quieter, if I were more "serious," then he wouldn’t have to be mean. It was the logic of a victim, and for the first time, I saw it with terrifying clarity.
I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the ceiling. The call went quiet as she waited for my usual surrender.
But this time the taste of surrender to anyone but Cassian... felt so... bitter.
"Are you done, Mom?" I asked. My voice was flat. ...
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