I Let My Family Throw Me Out in Hawaii

you never knew if the label was real or just the story attached to it. Her hair was perfect after six hours in the air. Mine was trying to become its own weather.

“You don’t get to give me back what was never yours.”

That one hit.

Ethan spoke then, quiet, almost careful.

“Charlotte, can somebody just tell me what’s happening?”

My father rounded on him.

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