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you assigned me.”
My mother cried harder.
My father said nothing.
For the first time in my entire life, no one at that table had a sentence that worked.
That was when I knew it was over.
Not the family.
Not completely.
But the old arrangement.
The invisible contract.
The one that said Claire would provide, forgive, absorb, and return.
I stood.
My mother reached continue reading …
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