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I feel like I weigh a thousand pounds. I can't lift my arms, or my legs. My chest feels like its being crushed, and my throat scratches and burns with each breath.
Frowning, I peer between my heavy eyelids. The person is blurry, but the name tells me it's Virgie.
“Oh! She opened her eyes!”
I hear several other familiar voices, but none of the scary ones.
When I wake up,
I'm smothered with kisses and hugs, well wishes, and gifts. My family from the bar all signed a card. Later in the evening, Virgie stays and I open up to him about everything.
Hours later, a detective arrives to my room, and I make a statement. One that will change everything.
Her brown eyes scan mine.
They're hard to read. “When did this begin?”
“I was sixteen.”
“And she knew? Your mother?”
I nod.
“Do you have proof?”
Staring down at my legs, I think. “Between text messages and Christmas cards, yes. I do. I kept all of my old phones, and all of the letters.”
She smiles, and her eyes do too as she nods. “Good. Let's take him down.”
