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The calm and quiet after our wedding.
“Okay,” I stepped closer. “What’s going on?”
“Do you remember the rumor? The one in senior year that made you stop eating in the cafeteria?”
I stiffened.
“Tara, I saw what happened.
The day it started. I saw him corner you, behind the gym, near the track field. I saw the way you looked at your…
boyfriend when you walked away.”
I used to speak softly. I always had. My voice was the kind people leaned in to hear. Friends teased me, but it wasn’t cruel — just a part of me.
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