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locks. As though family meant anything to him that wasn’t access.
David called too, but David’s voice was different.
Quiet. Careful. Human.
“Mom? I heard what happened. Are you okay?”
I sat down at the kitchen table and stared at the check stub Grace had given me.
“I’m fine, baby.”
A pause. Then softly: “I think you did what you had to do.”
I pressed the continue reading …
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