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afford someone remotely close to that level.
My attorney, Linda, was kind but honest.
“Claire,” she said gently during our meeting, “this is going to get ugly.”
“I don’t care about the money,” I whispered. “I just can’t lose my son.”
Linda hesitated.
Then she quietly slid a document toward me.
Aidan was claiming I was financially unstable and emotionally continue reading …
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