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you still live in our house, contributing nothing.”
A muscle jumped in my jaw. Beside me, Maya drew in a breath so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. Our eyes met, and I gave the tiniest shake of my head: Don’t. This isn’t your fight.
“I contribute to the household,” I said evenly. Carefully. I’d had years of practice keeping my voice level under pressure.continue reading …
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