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Chapter 9 - MY OWN FAILUREPeyton had mentioned Bryce before Christmas.

Three weeks earlier.

We were folding laundry.

She said:

“Bryce gets mean when Grandpa is around.”

I asked:

“What does that mean?”

“He acts tough.”

I said:

“All thirteen-year-olds act weird around older boys and men.”

She frowned.

“He’s not like that at Aunt Ashley’s.”

I should have asked more.

Instead my phone rang.

Work.

I answered.

Conversation gone.

Two days before the cabin trip, Peyton asked:

“Do I have to play outside with Bryce?”

I said:

“You don’t have to play with anyone.”

She said:

“Grandpa says cousins stick together.”

I replied:

“Then tell Grandpa I said you can choose.”

I thought I had solved it.

I had not asked why she wanted distance.

That mistake belonged to me.

May you like

Not equivalent to anyone harming her.

Still mine.

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