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Carrying

Months earlier, I had found Hazel’s old journals.

They were hidden behind books, as if she had been trying to bury them but couldn’t fully let go.

Inside were names.

Girls. Boys.

Cruel sentences written in quiet handwriting.

Things no child should ever have to carry alone.

I put the journal back exactly where I found it.

And pretended I hadn’t seen continue reading …