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Tara’s name connected to every withdrawal.
My mother’s expression changed only once. Her mouth tightened slightly.
“Where is Marcus?” she asked.
“He won’t answer.”
“Where is Tara?”
“Probably at my house.”
My mother stood.
“Then we go to the bank first,” she said. “And after that, we go get your life back.”
I should have felt brave in that moment. I didn’t.continue reading …
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