My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”
I did not need most of it anymore.
One afternoon, Madeline saw it on the counter.
“You still writing things down?”
“Not about you.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Mostly.”
She picked it up.
Flipped through.
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