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27.Xavier's talk with parents
IN A MORNING ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW: The morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. As I quietly moved toward the kitchen to make coffee, I heard the faint sound of his voice. It was soft at first, and I couldn’t quite make out the words. But as I passed by his room, I stopped in my tracks when I realized who he was talking to. His tone had shifted, gone from casual to strained. I stood there for a moment, unsure if I should interrupt. But then I heard a name I recognized. "Mom... Dad... I told you, I’m fine." Xavier said, his voice tight, as though he were holding back something. My stomach sank. I knew that tone. It was the one he used when he was trying to keep his composure, trying to sound like everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t. I
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