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rescue, the easy version of motherhood where the daughter she overlooked still protected her from consequences.
Both things could be true.
“I miss who I thought we were,” I said.
She cried quietly then.
I let her.
I did not comfort her.
That was new.
A year later, I went to Hawaii.
Not with my family.
With Brooke, Savannah, and two friends from work who knew continue reading …
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