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defense attorneys,” I said. “Good ones. That’s all.”
“Mara, he needs more than names.”
“He needs legal counsel and accountability.”
“He’s your brother.”
“And I am the person he publicly accused of fraud while he was committing it.”
Mom made a wounded sound.
I hated that sound.
I hated that some part of me still wanted to comfort it.
But I did not.
“I’ll text continue reading …
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