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I replied quietly. “Your mother did that. And you defended her.”
Meadow appeared at the top of the stairs clutching her stuffed elephant.
“Are we leaving because I was bad?” she whispered.
I crossed the room instantly and held her face gently between my hands.
“No, sweetheart. We’re leaving because adults were bad to you.”
Then she looked at Dustin.
“Why continue reading …
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