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“Lakeland, honey,” Dana said, voice heavy with something like grief. “I saw what happened. Someone forwarded me your email.”
I swallowed. “Dana.”
She exhaled slowly.
“Your mother would be proud of you,” she said softly. “You finally did what she never could.”
My chest tightened.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Dana’s voice trembled, but it held steady.
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