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“The right thing?” She let out a sad laugh and wiped at her eyes. “All these years I tried to be good and do what everyone else wanted or expected of me. I was the perfect wife and mom and daughter, but now I’m just so freaking tired. I had so many things I wanted to do with my life, and I don’t think I’ll ever do any of them.” I’d had no idea Trish was so miserable, and her confession was breaking my heart. How had I missed her unhappiness over the last few months? I’d always thought she was the bright light in the family, while I was the crushing darkness—but maybe we were more alike than I’d thought and she just hid it better. “What is it you want to do?” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “I want… I want to go to college.” I took her hand and smiled at her. “I think that’s a great
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