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No one tried to soften that. They just let it sit there, honest and heavy.
“We should’ve done it before.”
Standing there in that warm room, with groceries on the counter, kids on the floor, and neighbors finally looking at each other instead of away, I understood something I hadn’t before.
Sometimes it feels awful.
Sometimes people hate you for it.
But sometimes the thing you interrupt is the lie that’s killing them.