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“Exactly.”
Daniel tried once more. “We have lives, Mom.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I raised you to have them.”
Then Margaret folded her hands together and spoke the truth she had carried silently for years.
“This house already gave you your inheritance. It gave you Christmas mornings, birthday parties, safety, warm meals, and a porch light left on whenever continue reading …
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