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family members ignored Madison because Laya was “flashier.” She painted my five-year-old as a manipulator in glitter shoes.
My mother had kept a notebook.
When Detective Blake told me, I thought I misunderstood.
“A notebook?”
“Yes,” she said. “Ivy documented family gatherings.”
“What does that mean?”
Detective Blake’s voice turned careful. “She recorded continue reading …
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