“I’m okay,” she replied, her voice soft but steady.
There was a pause, a moment of silence that seemed to say everything that words couldn’t capture.
“I’m proud of you,” she said finally, her eyes meeting mine.
Her words were simple, yet they carried a weight that settled deep within me.
It was a reminder that despite everything, we had each other.
But even with that reassurance, the uncertainty lingered.
Summer was approaching, and with it, the family event that seemed to loom like a distant storm.
My mom had been hesitant to attend, and I understood why.
The thought of facing my stepsister’s quiet campaign in such a public setting was daunting.
Yet, there was a part of me that hoped for change, that wished for a resolution we hadn’t yet found.
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