d her wet hands vigorously on her faded apron and sat down on
umpled piece of paper. It was the suicide note th
athetic, desperate handwriting, detailing her obs
the paper and ripped it in half. The sound o
rsed Kurtis, calling him a wolf in shee
he emotional outburst with detached calculation,
space between the sofa and the TV. The floor
nd glared at Bridget. She demanded that Br
speration. She ordered Bridget to get every si
t let the town treat her da
get's mind. The desperate hoping, the pathetic longi
rd, forcing the bile down. Her finan
e reputation landmines left out in the op
al clear. There was no shame, no hesitation
her lap. Her voice was
e had prepared herself for a screaming match, for
eyes narrowing. She suspected Bri
y from the weakness, but she locked her kn
y that she wasn't just going to get the letters bac
ive edge in Bridget's eyes that had never been
the coat rack. She pulled dow
s in her back screamed in protest. Bridget frowne
ocation of the volunteer camp a
ions, her brain still struggling to proce
oor and wrapped her hand arou
rm, a flash of genuine maternal fear in her eyes. She
her mother a confident, reassuri
hed the door open. The bright a
adjust, then marched down the woo
dead leaves. Bridget pulled the canvas coat ti
mbols of teenage heartbreak. They were outst
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