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... marble floor of my shower, my knees drawn up to my chest like some broken child. The steam rose around me, but it couldn’t wash away the stench of failure that seemed to cling to my skin.
If I had just listened. If I had just fucking listened to all the warnings, all the signs, all the people who tried to tell me I was destroying everything I touched.
The conference last week in court played over and over in my mind like a broken record. The judge’s stern face as he outlined the ...
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