It'd been five years. My parents had a lot more lines on their faces.The second I stepped off the plane, Mom pulled me into a tight hug and burst into tears."My poor baby... how much have you been through? How did you end up like this?"I'd tried to hide the marks on my body, but she saw right through it.Dad kept it together. Mostly. He just patted my shoulder."You're home. That's what matters."Later, Bernard told me Dad went back to the house and absolutely destroyed two punching bags.I was surrounded on the ride home, escorted the whole way.My room looked exactly the same as it did five years ago. Nothing had changed."Mom and Dad missed you," Bernard said. "They came in here every day, just to look around."My eyes stung.Sunlight spilled across the pink vanity.My half-used mascara was still sitting there.For a second, I just stood there, dazed.Like I'd somehow stepped back five years.Like I'd never fallen for Leon. Never married and moved away.After coll
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