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“Yes, baby,” you whisper.
She pulls back and frowns.
“You sound weird.”
You almost smile.
Children are ruthless little witnesses, and honesty lives in them long before politeness. You smooth her hair and tell her your throat hurts, that the hospital air felt strange and dry, and she accepts it because she is three and because children in violent homes learn to accept incomplete answers if they sound gentle enough.
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Back in high school, everyone knew Jake. Not because he was the smartest. Quite the opposite. He skipped classes more often than he attended…