Her voice didn’t crack. Mine did. The moment she told me I wasn’t invited, something in our history quietly broke. Not with a fight, but with a smile and a lie wrapped in the word “catering.” Then came the photos, the carefully edited proof that I didn’t fit the life she was curat… Continues…
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