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Chapter 2: The Arrival<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Now, I sat on the edge of the twin bed in the dusty upstairs guest room\u2014the same room they made me sleep in as a kid whenever \u201cimportant\u201d relatives visited. I was wearing a wrinkled t-shirt I found at the bottom of my suitcase and a pair of jeans with holes I didn\u2019t remember buying.<\/p>\n

The rehearsal dinner was in three hours.<\/p>\n

The house below me was chaos. It was the specific, frantic energy of a wedding weekend. I could hear hair dryers blasting like jet engines. Bridesmaids were yelling about misplaced jewelry. My brother Brandon was laughing too loudly downstairs, a booming, artificial sound he used when he was trying too hard to impress his fianc\u00e9\u2019s wealthy family.<\/p>\n

None of them noticed I hadn\u2019t come down since the incident. None of them noticed I\u2019d gone silent.<\/p>\n

I checked my phone.\u00a0Two minutes out.<\/span><\/p>\n

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. I walked to the mirror one last time. The woman staring back wasn\u2019t the scared eight-year-old anymore. She was tired, yes. She was angry, absolutely. But she wasn\u2019t alone.<\/p>\n

When the doorbell rang, it cut through the noise of the house.<\/p>\n

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Chapter 2: The Arrival Now, I sat on the edge of the twin bed in the dusty upstairs guest room\u2014the same room they made me sleep in as a kid whenever \u201cimportant\u201d relatives visited. I was wearing a wrinkled t-shirt I found at the bottom of my suitcase and a pair of jeans with holes…<\/p>\n

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