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my niece. Aubrey was five. She waved at me.
Vanessa kissed my cheek without making contact and slid into the chair next to my father. She did not look at me. That was the first sign.
Vanessa always looked up. She had trained me for 30 years on how she walked into a room. Today the script was different.
The second sign was Trevor. He had not said hello.continue reading …
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