Not her teachers.
Not even her father.
Every morning, she would stand in front of the mirror, pulling her hoodie down just a little more, hoping it would hide what was slowly becoming impossible to hide.
But secrets have a way of growing.
Just like consequences.
Chapter 2: The Boy Who Left
Jason wasn’t a bad guy.
At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
He called her every night from his college dorm, his voice soft, reassuring, but distant—like someone speaking from another life.
“I’ll fix this,” he would say.
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