Today it made my heart rate spike.
Ezoic
I slowed my pace.
The door to Room 312 was open just enough to reveal voices.I didn’t intend to eavesdrop. I was simply confused. His meeting wasn’t supposed to end for hours. Maybe he’d rescheduled. Maybe he wanted to surprise me.
“She still believes every word I say,” Kevin said, and something in his tone made my stomach clench.I pressed myself against the corridor wall.
Another voice. My mother’s. Diane. My own mother.“Let her stay useful for now,” my mother said smoothly. “You and Sierra deserve to be happy. She never gave you what you really needed.”
The hallway tilted.Sierra’s voice came next—dreamy, almost musical with satisfaction.
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