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the phone back on the table.
“You weren’t helping Emma,” I said. “You were teaching her to fear me.”
Judith recovered quickly, but not gracefully.
“You’re overreacting.”
“No.”
I held her gaze.
“You were rehearsing my daughter to doubt her own mother. You were laying groundwork.”
Her nostrils flared.
“For what?”
“For custody,” I said.
The silence after that was continue reading …
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