Carley sat in her room, staring blankly at the wall. Her chest ached with a familiar weight, a mix of anger and sadness she couldn’t shake. She hated herself for the outburst, but she hated the silence afterward even more.
She glanced at the small, worn photo on her nightstand—a picture of her as a toddler, cradled in……
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