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if I did the right thing.”
“You did.”
Her voice was firm.
“Protecting yourself isn’t betrayal. It’s survival.”
“And family—real family—is the people who love you enough to want you to survive.”
I squeezed her hand back.
“Thanks for being real family, Aunt Helen.”
Six months after my father’s arrest, I signed the papers for my new house.
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