[Maddox]Holidays seem to fly by like a train, while school months crawl by like snails. I mean, who even invented school?Tell me why I’m back in my dorm room. Tell me why I’m already planning to succumb to depression with classes again. Oh well, I have to become a physiotherapist and make my mother’s dreams come true.Sigh. ‘What about yours?’I shook my head and locked that voice in the farthest black box in my mind.Being back on campus should have felt like a relief after the lake house. No more walking on eggshells around Damian’s sudden mood swings. No more forced family time where Edward tried playing happy dad while Damian looked ready to explode.But the relief only lasted about five minutes before the guilt settled back in like an old friend I couldn’t shake.Every time I pictured my mom’s face these days, that real, glowing smile she finally had again after ten long years, my stomach twisted. What would she say if she ever discovered the truth? The anonymous stories. The
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