The fluorescent lights of the boutique had felt like an interrogation, a cold assessment of everything Hazel had become since the accident. Every clerk’s dismissive glance or sharp intake of breath felt like a physical blow, a reminder that the world had no space for a girl whose body had been reshaped by the jagged, unpredictable edges of grief. Mason was gone, and with him, the version of Hazel who felt comfortable in her own skin, leaving behind… Continue Reading ⬇️
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