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"I've been so angry," she continues. "For months. I've been angry at him, angry at myself, angry at the world. And I didn't know how to let it go. I didn't know if I even wanted to let it go."
She pauses, wiping her eyes.
"But then I realized something," she says. "Being angry at him doesn't hurt him. It only hurts me. And I'm tired of hurting."
"So what are you going to do?" I ask.
Cara takes a shaky breath. "I'm going to let it go. Not because he deserves it. But because I do. I deserve to be free of him. To stop letting him take up space in my head."
The silence that follows is heavy, but it's not uncomfortable.
It's the kind of silence that holds weight. That holds truth.
"That's really brave, Cara," Maya says.
"It doesn't feel brave," Cara says. "It feels terrifying."
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