While I Was Volunteering Abroad, My Sister Stole My Dress And Married My Fiancé — With My Parents’ Blessing. I Didn’t Cry When I Got Back. I Smiled.

I’d dragged around for so long, the invisible backpack full of other people’s expectations and my own people-pleasing instincts.

“I think I finally put it down,” I said.

“The betrayal stuff?”

“Yeah. And the idea that I had to fix it. Or make them understand. Or wait for an apology that would undo what happened.”

Jenna nodded. “Good. That shit’s heavy.”

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