Her death had been ruled an overdose.
Accidental.
Tragic but sadly familiar.
That was the story everyone accepted.
Bright student.
Too much pressure.
One mistake.
Gone.
I accepted it too.
God help me, I accepted it.
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Buzz
My own parents beat my sleeping six-year-old and smashed her face for my niece’s birthday photos. They clinked glasses and laughed, « Finally she’ll look as worthless as she is. » I didn’t argue — I called 911 while their perfect front lawn filled with sirens.
By the time the paramedics hurried across the grass, my daughter was curled against me, trying to hide her swollen cheek beneath the edge…
