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Kayla smirked at her plate.
No comment necessary. I smiled the smile that keeps plates from shattering. “You’re probably right.”
“We just want what’s best for you, sweetie.”
Here’s the thing about being the family’s acceptable disappointment. It’s not one betrayal. It’s a thousand tiny edits to your name until not enough fits on one line.
The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.
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