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” I said. “That is the truth.”
Silence.
Then a small, broken sound on the line.
“Your parents chose their path,” I said more quietly. “And by your silence, you chose too. I still love you, Clara. But the version of me that paid for everything and endured everything is gone. She ended at the door of your wedding.”
Then I ended the call.
The elevator doors continue reading …
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