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Just for a second.
She turned toward me, eyes bright with rage.
“You’re letting her erase me,” she said.
The judge warned her to be silent.
But I had already heard enough.
Outside the courthouse, reporters waited. Not many, but enough. My mother had made sure people knew there was a family dispute. She expected sympathy.
Rachel advised us not to speak.
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