
"She sat there in the corner of the room, sobbing, realizing that she had wanted him to find them; realizing that she wanted to rehash everything over and over again. She wasn’t ready to let go. As she balled herself tight into the corner, she covered her face with her hands and inhaled with stuttered breath. She wasn’t hiding her tears. It wasn’t shame that she was feeling, she was scared. At that moment, she realized her collection might cost her marriage. Her husband stood there with the mattress flipped. “What the hell is all of this? Why are you crying? Help me understand what’s going on here,” he said his voice higher than usual."
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