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his voice.
Aunt Stephanie’s brittle smiles.
Brandon’s smugness.
It wasn’t just dysfunction.
It was a system built around protecting a man who hurt people.
An hour later, my phone rang again.
This time, the number was familiar in a distant way, like a name you recognize from an old address book.
Dana.
My late mother’s best friend.
I hadn’t spoken to her in years.continue reading …
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