She was thr0wn out by his family—only for them to realize too late that the house was hers all along.

cracked at the toes. Her hair hung in strange clumped strands, not just messy, but damp in places it should not have been.

Nobody was playing with her.

Nobody was standing near her.

And now my daughter had said the thing everyone else had apparently noticed and chosen to turn into a reason to stay away.

“Camila,” I whispered harder, “apologize.”

“No.”

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