Joleen sits on the park bench, head down, hands clenched. She tries to sound strong, but her voice trembles.
He doesn’t want me talking to anyone… but he...
Her eyes fill with tears.
I miss everything. My friends… my life…
She pauses, swallowing hard.
But most of all, I miss you.
Her voice breaks. She starts to cry — not loudly, just enough to show how long she’s been carrying this alone.
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