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everything.”
My mother’s mouth fell open.
“You’re having security escort me out?”
“Yes.”
“I raised you.”
“And somehow,” I said, “Ava still taught me what love looks like.”
That was the first time my mother looked truly wounded.
But even then, I knew she was not wounded because she had hurt us.
She was wounded because she had lost possession.
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