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Amelia shrugged, clicking her tongue. She wouldn’t
know anything about that. Her reminders were long
gone, except for the marks etched into her skin. All
of them hidden unless she found it within herself to
allow them into the light of day. Sometimes it was
almost as if they never existed at all.

                “You haven’t let anyone down,” she replied softly.
                “You’re doing the best you can and as dumb and
                cliche as it sounds, you’re human. You can’t just
                magically fix what happened. And more than that,
                you’re still alive. You still have that second chance.
                It’s not too late for you.

“You’re right,”  Teddy said bitterly. “It does sound
dumb and cliche. I’m sick, Amelia. Sick and tired
of  having  to be better, to try harder than I already
am. At what point does it end? Because I feel like
I’m  giving  it my all,  and  the  world is giving me
nothing back.”

                The  question was pleading, colored with the shame
                of a weaker moment. But there were things this new
                life had taught her that she’d never known before —
                things about the world that made her hate it.