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I texted back to the family group chat.
Happy Easter. Enjoy brunch.
Then I muted the conversation.
At 2 p.m., my doorbell rang. I checked the camera. Mom, Dad, and Ashley.
They had driven from the country club directly to San Francisco, still in their Easter outfits.
I almost didn’t answer, but curiosity won.
“Madison.”
Mom rushed in, eyes red from crying.continue reading …
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