THEAAfter we came back from the clubhouse, Bobo's parents had rolled up their sleeves and helped Rosa clean the house, sweeping away the dust and the leftover shadows of the day. I had helped them, too, keeping my hands busy feeding Bobo, trying desperately to drown out the noise inside my own head.For a few peaceful hours, I almost convinced myself I could breathe here. I feel different in this house, like I finally belong somewhere real, even though there is a massive, bleeding hole right in the center of my chest where my old life used to be. I tried to push it down, to forget, but it hurts to lose my best friend. The weight of that loss sat on my ribs like a lead weight, heavy and suffocating. I knew I was the one who ruined our beautiful relationship, shattering years of trust with my own two hands, but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop my heart from leaning toward her father.Even now, even after running away and hiding in this corner of the city, I keep finding myse
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