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the point.”
“It rarely is with you.”
She ignored that. “You’re trying to replace me.”
I stopped walking in the parking garage.
The concrete smelled like exhaust and rain. Somewhere below me, a car alarm chirped twice.
“Megan,” I said carefully, “you are her mother. Nobody can replace you. But I am not going to apologize because your daughter trusts me.”
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