Malorie was right, William realized, from the night they had gotten home after dealing with her mom all the way through the summer, she was only moving laterally through her own void. She considered her failures to be dealing with any event that had her anxiety spike and a new wave of emotions wrack through her mind and body.
It’s what pushed him into community college instead of trade school, especially after Malorie realized her breakdowns would keep her from becoming the soldier she felt she could be. It’s what made him work harder, pick up more shifts just to keep up with rent while Malorie applied for entry level jobs. School, she said, wasn’t for her. She said she felt more useful in a normal job, one that didn’t require the need to stand out and draw attention to herself.
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