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Touching it now, when she was trying to start over, felt like an omen. Good or bad, she couldn’t know. Relics of the past had a way of addling mind and memory.
Only if you're addled in the first place and just don't realize it
Rebecca wondered for the briefest of moments if she could make the case that decorating like this was a sign of a mental illness to push for a warrant and confiscate everything. Then lose it in an evidence locker. Or an incinerator.
My parents are terrified something else is going to happen. They’ve been beyond helicoptering at this point.”
Holding back a scoff and an eye roll so vicious it would have given her a concussion, Rebecca simply nodded.
“Sometimes.” She hated herself a bit as she said it. But as her actual dad always said, it was time for her to put her big girl panties on and deal with it.
