For the first week after her mom brutally ended her only real chance at happiness, Audre stayed on the couch, buried under blankets. She cried racking, silent sobs for three days (until she gave herself a nosebleed from dehydration). Then the nightmares started. She never remembered any specifics, but she always woke up the same way—digging her nails into her palms like she was fighting to hold on to something that was slipping away. The next phase? Feverishly buying relationship self-help books on Kindle. She read The Wisdom of a Broken Heart, The Breakup Bible, and Emotional Self-Care for
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