And so I bend over, face down, as my eyes well up once more.
“I won’t do it,” you say, like a promise. “I’ll never hit you again.”
And I don’t know what’s burning harder, my throbbing cheek or the thorn in my pride. I think about how you held my hand earlier and smiled at me as if I mattered. I nod quietly and you smile again.
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