At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

every time something happened, I thought maybe one day I would need proof.”

“Then why did you lie at the hospital?”

Mom finally looked at her.

“Because proof feels different when you actually have to use it.”

Megan’s eyes filled with tears.

“You told me I slipped.”

“I know.”

“You stood there while he told the police I attacked him.”

“I know.”

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