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looked smaller through the gap, the casserole dish held against her chest like a shield. Her eyes filled when she saw me.
“You thought I would be fine,” I said. “So you let Lauren use my credit, Dad use my identity, Patricia forge my signature, and Evan live in a house I supposedly bought.”
“I didn’t think of it like that.”
“That is the problem.”
She wiped continue reading …
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