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doorway.
“Is it over?” he asked.
I looked at my daughter, then at my son.
“No,” I said honestly. “But we’re free.”
And sometimes freedom does not arrive like fireworks.
Sometimes it arrives as a locked door between your children and everyone who ever called them wrong.
### Part 13
We moved to Oregon six months after sentencing.
People asked why I did not stay continue reading …
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