“What’s not enough?” Chad asks again, his face an inch away from mine, his nostrils flared. Words have power. And I’m going to use them like artillery. Three words burst out of me like bullets intending to hurt. To damage. “You’re not enough,” I hear myself say, our hearts breaking beneath the lie. His entire body goes rigid, too surprised to move. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three heartbeats. He releases my hand, and I feel like I’ve lost a limb. He takes a step back. His head shakes from side to side, his eyes glaring at me like he’s never met me before. What have I done? Exactly what
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