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“Stubborn,” Marta said, not unkindly. She pressed her palm flat against the aluminum leg. “My son was like that.” But he typed a single sentence into a
The event began. Priya’s voice cracked perfectly on cue. Derek told his story with a rehearsed laugh that made the audience exhale. A video played—a montage of statistics, silhouettes, a hotline number pulsing at the bottom of the screen. People cried. People clapped. People wrote checks. It was faded, but Leo could still make
He hated this part. The part where survivors stood on a stage and became exhibits.
And Leo sat in the back, feeling hollow.