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“You keep trying to drag me back to who I was.”
“What are you doing?”
“Hazel—”
“I told you to stop.” Her voice broke open. “I told you. Why won’t you listen to me?”
“Baby—”
“You keep trying to drag me back to who I was. She’s gone, Mom. She died when Mason died. Why can’t you accept that?”
“Because I love who you are now too,” I said, and my voice was shaking. “I love you in this kitchen. I love you in that hoodie. I just want you to have one night.”
She slammed her door so hard the picture frames jumped.
“For who?” she shouted. “For you? For him?”
She slammed her door so hard the picture frames jumped.
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