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then, but quietly. Not like my mother. No performance. Just a few breaths she could not steady.
“I don’t want Savannah to hate me.”
“Then become someone she doesn’t need to hate to survive.”
Megan laughed through tears. “You always say things like a therapist with a knife.”
“Erica says I’ve grown.”
“Who’s Erica?”
“My lawyer.”
“Of course.”
That call did not continue reading …
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