At My Purple Heart Ceremony, My Stepmother Swung a Folding Chair Into My Arm—Then My Father Looked Down Instead of Protecting Me
The first session, I tried talking about Gertrude.
She stopped me.
“What happens in your body when you hear a chair scrape?”
I frowned.
“I don’t know.”
“That is not true.”
Annoying.
“My shoulders tighten.”
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