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paused, then added, “She kept repeating one name. Yours.”
My breath caught. Mine?
“She said, ‘She knows. She always takes care of me. She understands.’”
My head spun. What was she talking about? She hated me. She excluded me.
The social worker opened a folder. “We also found this in her purse. It’s a medical power of attorney. Appointing you.”
My hands continue reading …
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