The Unseen Scars of Her Lies

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a silver dress, holding hands with Mark. The h

aw the

, a delicate balance of medication and hope. Seeing that picture, seeing the woman her brother ha

jection episode. The doctors said the em

l hallway, the smell of antiseptic burnin

ophia. The money I saved. The

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the security guard to let me in. When she finally came out, sh

ing a scene

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tured to her bodyguards. They grabbed me, their han

on New Y

g the sky, and I was holding my sister's col

for it with the last of my savings

ng echoed in the silent space. The pain was so intense it f

ing her back," I sa

confusion. "Bring who back?

s illness was just a detail, a minor inconveni

e and pulled out a small

nto my hand. "I got you someth

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hand. It landed on the pl

ned. "What is

d a fantasy, a woman I thought existed underneath the wealth and the privilege. Now I s

to her wallet and pulled out a few hund

r's... whatever. Now can yo

. For seven years, I had given her my paycheck every week. "For

ed to buy a new pair of shoes. She laughed at the ide

dollar apartment. For his birthday, a sports car

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