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not named on the account.”
Dad’s face reddened. “This is a misunderstanding.”
Jackie stood beside my bed, arms crossed.
I had known her less than a day, but in that moment she looked more like family than either person who had given me life.
Mom stepped closer. “Celestine, you’re medicated. This is not the time.”
“No,” I said, and my voice was hoarse but continue reading …
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