The calm and quiet after our wedding.
“Okay,” I stepped closer. “What’s going on?”
He rubbed his hands together, his knuckles white.
“Do you remember the rumor? The one in senior year that made you stop eating in the cafeteria?”
I stiffened.
“Tara, I saw what happened.
The day it started. I saw him corner you, behind the gym, near the track field. I saw the way you looked at your…
boyfriend when you walked away.”
I used to speak softly. I always had. My voice was the kind people leaned in to hear. Friends teased me, but it wasn’t cruel — just a part of me.
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