The room was silent again—except this time, no one was blinking in shock.
They were nodding. Agreeing. Understanding.
For once, they saw me.
I reached for my crutches and turned toward the dining room.
“Now,” I said gently, “let’s have Christmas dinner. Those who treat me with respect may stay.”
I didn’t have to tell Jeffrey and Hannah what that meant.
They already knew.
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