“The guys,” she mutters. “They don’t know?” I shake my head. “Telling them back then would’ve meant betraying Rosie. I couldn’t do that to her.” Even though I’d wanted to. Even though I’d begged her to let me tell them, just so my closest friends would know me for who I really was and not who this town told them I was. But she refused, and it was my secret to give them. I couldn’t make them believe Rosemary’s truth. So, I swallowed it, chewed it down like nails, and lived with them stabbing my throat every time I opened my mouth. Until I just stopped talking because it hurt too fucking much to
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