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Ava was kissing Noah’s forehead.
My mother had lost access, control, reputation. So now she wanted the one thing that could still hurt us.
A courtroom.
A public fight.
A chance to make Ava relive everything under fluorescent lights and legal language.
When I told Ava, she went very still.
Then she asked, “Do I have to see her?”
“Rachel is trying to prevent continue reading …
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