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My mother and uncle hadn’t just corrupted Courtney. They had weaponized her motherhood.
They had taken her child hostage to force her to kill her sister.
I looked at Courtney—really looked at her—and the anger that had been fueling me since the bridge began to curdle into something colder and more tragic.
I had always envied her. I had hated her for being continue reading …
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