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sharper now. “This doesn’t make sense.”
The judge finally looked at him.
Calm.
Unmoved.
“This document,” he said, tapping the page lightly, “is legally executed and witnessed.”
“But she hasn’t been part of this family,” my father insisted, turning slightly, gesturing toward me like I wasn’t sitting there. “She left.”
I met his gaze.
“You told me to.”
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