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used.
Tears.
Hands pressed to her chest.
“My daughter is unstable,” she told them. “She’s keeping my grandbaby from me.”
The officer asked her if she had a protective order.
My mother blinked.
Of course she did.
Then the officer asked if she was aware she was violating it.
My mother’s face changed.
Just for a second.
The mask slipped.
She knew.
She just thought continue reading …
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