I knew my mother was wrong. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of. I knew I had done the right thing. But it still hurt to have my own mother speak that way to me. Even after everything else she’d done. Everything she’d put me through. It still hurt to watch her walk away disappointed in me.“Ignore her, Sawyer,” Sylas insisted, taking my face in his hands. “It doesn’t matter what she thinks. You know that.”“She’s still my mother,” I said quietly.“She’s still wrong,” he replied with conviction.“Hey, is everything okay?” Carla asked as she came up to join us, having missed the confrontation.“Yeah,” I said with a deep breath, turning to face her.“Okay,” she replied uncertainly. “Well, if you’re going to speak, Sawyer, we need to know now so that we’re all prepared.”“No,” I said. If anything came out of that experience, it made this decision easy. “I’m not going to speak.”“You’re sure?” Carla pressed. “If I tell them no now, there won’t be any squeezing you in, you know?”“I know,
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