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Thursday was a repeat of Tuesday and Wednesday. I went from my dorm to my finals and back to my dorm. To make things worse, I was eating only snacks or frozen stuff so I didn’t have to go out for meals.
On the bright side, Molly wasn’t around much—probably partying with her bitchy sisters.
Friday, I woke up feeling a bit better. I had one final exam in the morning, and then I was done. I just needed to take the last of my things to my car and drive away, leaving the lies, the heartbreak, and everything else behind me.
I hadn’t told my family about moving back, but I was sure they wouldn’t be opposed to it. In fact, I believed they would love it. I hoped that I would be able to make amends with my father, and everything would be right again.
Except for my heart.
I finished my final
