When Mallory came home I didn’t realize how much I had missed her. Her hair was long and dirty and she was too thin. The marks on her forearms were road maps of secrets I knew she wouldn’t tell us, of a place she would hopefully never return. Her eyes were glazed over but less so than usual, like she was surprised the world had given her a second chance. Looking at her, I still couldn’t believe the person I love had such demons inside of her. She was hesitant and small but still Mallory, and until my dad picked her up and spun her around, I didn’t realize how much I missed her.
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