RECLAIMING EMMA
Jeff gave a small nod, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, “That’s fair. It’s not easy, but you’re stronger than you think.”
I sighed, biting my lip, “I’m not sure how you can say that. Strong isn’t the word I’d use to describe someone who’s been reduced to this.”
His brow furrowed as he leaned forward, his voice firm, “Emma, don’t do that. Don’t belittle yourself, you’ve been through hell and back, and you’re still standing. That’s strength.”
I didn’t respond.
Instead, I stared at the untouched glass of water in front of me, tracing a bead of condensation with my finger. I wanted to believe him, but facing my parents felt more like walking into a battle I wasn’t equipped to fight.
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