Sometimes life drops someone into your path, and you don’t get to decide whether it’s convenient. You just get to decide whether you’ll show up or walk away.
Looking back, all the little things that went missing—my scarf, the cheese, my keys—they were nothing compared to the part of me that woke up. The part that remembered what it feels like to be young and scared and unsure if anyone sees you.
She’s not invisible anymore.
And I’ll never ignore that creak in the hallway again.
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