I was bullied all through school—at my 10-year reunion, no one recognized me, and I used that moment to reveal exactly who I had become.

shame or embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t think about what it felt like for you.”

“That’s the problem,” I said. “You didn’t think of me as someone who felt things.”

I picked up my clutch and walked out before Madison could say anything else.

I found my cardigan in the restroom, still folded on the counter where I’d left it.

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