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after my mother.
No cameras.
No chandeliers.
Just sunlight, children laughing, and Elena Vale cutting a blue ribbon with steady hands.
Vanessa was awaiting trial. Her brother had accepted a plea deal. Her father’s properties were being seized.
My mother looked at me and smiled.
“You didn’t have to do all this,” she whispered.
I kissed her forehead.
“Yes,” continue reading …
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