He slid into the passenger seat and, for a moment, said nothing. His shoulders seemed smaller, his voice older. Then the truth spilled out in fragments: the empty fridge he pretended was a “diet,” the bills stacked on the counter, the nights alone in a dark house pretending everything was fine. He had been protecting his father’s pride and my peace of mind, sacrificing his own.
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