My Family Filed Into My Living Room Expecting Me To Beg—Instead, I Ended The Cycle That Had Kept Me Small

anyone. You’re the first.”

Martha’s hand tightened around mine. “Oh, Cassie. That changes everything.”

“I know. That’s why I did the test. I had to know who would be there for me—not for what I could give them, but for who I am.”

Martha nodded slowly. “I understand. But listen to me. You don’t owe them anything.”

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