“No.”
“She’s been hiding long enough.”
“If she’s healthy enough to stand here, she’s healthy enough to stop acting like she’s made of glass.”
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The backyard slowly grew quieter as guests sensed the growing tension. Even the music seemed to fade into the background while more and more people turned toward our family.
Chloe walked over carrying a microphone the DJ had been using for announcements.
“Everyone,” she said with a bright smile, “my sister has spent years making people think she’s too fragile to enjoy life. Today she’s finally going to stop hiding.”
She turned toward me and pointed at the pool.
“So…”
“Take off the cover-up.”
A heavy silence settled over the backyard.
My mother burst into tears.
