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trust. That’s on him, not you.”
Her voice broke slightly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I needed to hear that.”
“You’re my daughter,” I said. “I’m proud of you for making the hard choice. That takes real strength.”
After we hung up, I walked outside to the porch and sat in the rocking chair I’d bought for retirement. For the first time in months, I simply continue reading …
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