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clear. “That’s exactly why you picked it.”
Silence.
The sentence landed and stayed.
Dad set his coffee on the counter with a hand that shook.
“We had bills,” he said.
Clayton opened his folder. “You had no authority.”
“It was her education money,” Mom said quickly. “And Vanessa has education-related debt.”
I stared at her.
Even drugged, even cut open, even continue reading …
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