The truth didn’t arrive gently. It slammed into you like a memory you never lived, a collision between what you believed and what was always there. You weren’t abandoned. You were carried. Every late shift, every quiet purchase, every tired morning was a wordless confession you never learned to read. The story you worshipped about being unforgiv… Continues…
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