Broken Bad Boy
All I could clearly hear was my own breathing from the silence until, finally, Keith cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry, Percie. Whatever you did in the past, and whatever your parents decided for you, don’t let those things hold you back. Your failure should not redefine you. Make use of your time to prove to them that you are a better person than who you were from your past.” He patted my arm.
I nodded.
“Oh, honey. I know this is a delicate topic, but I want you to know that we’re here. You are not alone. I’m not judging you, Percie. No one. Whatever happened in the past, it’s in the past.”
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