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”
My throat tightened.
“Do you want him to grow up thinking control is love?” I asked.
Silence.
Then she hissed, low:
“You’re ungrateful.”
I exhaled.
“I’m free,” I said.
And I hung up.
The next day, my mother showed up at my apartment building.
I didn’t see her in person.
I saw her on the security monitor in the lobby, pacing like she owned the place.
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