Lily spins into my chest and clutches my black crew-neck. Before I can grab her, she ducks underneath the shirt, hiding inside. I feel her wet tears on my bare chest, and her arms wrap tightly around my waist. “I’m not coming out,” she murmurs, her voice cracking. “Don’t make me come out, Lo.” I place my hand on her head and stare down at her through my collar. “Stay there as long as you want, love.” She knew the show would humiliate her in some way, but it’s different when it actually happens. When you feel the unrelenting judgment from every goddamn person in the room. I get it. Any eyeball
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