Willow called me on the third evening. I hesitated for a couple of seconds before picking up. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Paige, do you blame me as well?""No.""Don't do this," she pleaded. "The more you tell me you're not upset, the worse I feel." I remained silent.Willow paused for a moment before continuing, "To be honest, there are things I've always been aware of." "Like what?""That they favored me." Now, I was stumped. Willow took a deep breath. "Whenever we dined out, they always asked me what I wanted to eat first. When we took pictures, I was always the first one they photographed. If I said I was tired, they'd stop. Sometimes, I felt like it wasn't fair to you either." "In that case, why didn't you say anything?" I inquired.The other end of the line went silent for a long time. "Because…" she paused for a beat before adding, "it feels really good to be taken care of." Willow sure was honest; she was so honest that I couldn't even bring myse
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