lCharlie The interview ended.The television screen faded to black.I remained where I was, one hand resting against the edge of my desk.My reflection stared back at me from the dark screen.The office around me disappeared.One sentence kept returning."This... is what I received for saving Charlie."My fingers tightened against the wood until the muscles in my forearm began to ache.The scar… I had seen it.I heard her voice again."The rock caught my wrist while I was trying to pull Charlie out of the river."I drew a breath that never seemed to reach my lungs.For years, I had thanked Celeste.For years, I had looked at Nora and seen someone capable of pushing another person down a flight of stairs.I closed my eyes.The image of Nora rolling back the sleeve of her blouse refused to leave me.That scar had been there all along.I had seen it. I had asked her about it.She told me it happened when she was a child.I never asked another question.My hand slipped from the desk.The
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