Someone to Sit in the Foxhole: A Grandfather’s Speech That Changed Everything

was coming out, and you could tell it terrified them.

And you could tell it relieved them too.

Maya finally spoke. “I don’t want to die,” she said bluntly, “but sometimes I don’t want to be here.”

Silence slammed down.

My heart stuttered.

The counselor leaned forward calmly, like she’d practiced holding this kind of sentence without dropping it.

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