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in the dark monitor.
A woman in a sharp suit.
A woman who sent her father and sister to prison.
A woman who won.
But walking out into the bright morning, I didn’t feel whole.
I felt lighter.
Safe.
But a hole remained where family used to be.
That debt could never be paid.
I walked to my car.
I had an apartment to find.
A business to run.
I was Tasha Jackson.
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