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... al, like something pressing against my chest, stealing the air from my lungs one breath at a time.
An apology.
From Rosanna Margareth Hariston.
The words themselves weren’t dramatic. She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t reach for my hands or beg. She simply said them—quietly and carefully, as if afraid that saying them too loudly might shatter whatever fragile balance was holding us both in place.
Still, my body reacted before my mind could.
My shoulders ...
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