I was wrong.
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For a whole year, I barely spoke to them.
Cole and I built something warm and honest.
I kept hoping my parents would soften.
Then, one day, a heavy knock broke the quiet of our home.
For a whole year, I barely spoke to them.
I opened the door and found my father standing there.
His jaw was tight, his eyes cold.
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