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and slide it back into my purse.
I don’t slam it. I don’t make a gesture out of it. I just put it away the same way I’d tuck a grocery list into my pocket.
“I didn’t come here for revenge,” I say. “I came because Mom said this dinner was about family, and I wanted to believe her.”
My mother’s lip trembles, not with guilt. With rage.
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