When I returned to the office, Grace was still sitting in the same chair, her hands covering her face. I sat on the carpet beside her and gently told her that Mr. Sutton had explained everything. She immediately stiffened. She confessed that she had written the essay only for herself, never imagining anyone would hear those private memories. She had trusted her teacher because the assignment required students to submit personal writing. Hearing her father’s story repeated in front of everyone had felt like having her heart exposed. Then she admitted something that hurt even more. She had never told me how much she missed Paul because she thought I was already struggling enough. She believed staying quiet was her way of protecting me.
I pulled her into my arms, and she cried against my shoulder like she had during her father’s funeral. Suddenly, I understood that we had both spent three years pretending to be stronger than we were. I had mistaken her silence for peace, while she had mistaken my exhaustion for a reason to hide her feelings. I promised her she never needed to make herself smaller for me. But then Grace asked if she could speak to Mr. Sutton again, and what she wanted to tell him surprised me.
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