Chapter 36 The Place I Survived

***Hazel***

I almost don’t go.

That’s the thing—I’m full for once. Actually full. Thai food sitting warm and heavy in my stomach, the good kind of heavy, the kind that makes you sleepy instead of hollow. Jocelyn’s car hums beneath us as we turn onto the familiar street, and for half a second I consider telling her to keep driving.

But if I don’t do this tonight, I’ll keep finding excuses not to.

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