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I wanted to grab my phone and call his mother immediately.
But Emma caught my wrist.
« Please, Mom. Don’t tell her. »
« Emma, he had no right to say that. »
« I know. Just please don’t make it worse. »
« How would I make it worse? »
Her eyes filled again.
« I don’t want him to break up with me. »
That hurt more than anything Tyler had said.
Emma was 15, and Tyler was her first boyfriend.
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