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mental health, Rowan. You’ve always been so cold.”
“And who paid for the spa?” I asked.
Silence.
The only sound was the diesel chug of the U-Haul.
“We gave her a little bit of the equity,” Dad muttered, looking away. “For a fresh start.”
“A fresh start?” I repeated. “She’s 30 years old, Dad. She’s not a teenager. She’s a financial black hole.”
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