The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

gripped my sleeve so tightly her fingers hurt.

“Mom…”

Gayle continued speaking as if she hadn’t heard.

“She became hysterical, tripped on the back steps, and now she’s inventing stories because she’s ashamed.”

Russell chuckled.

“Some people simply aren’t prepared for our family’s expectations.”

No one in that room raised their voice.

They didn’t need to.

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