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flicking back to the porch scene, the kids bundled on the steps, Ivy’s jaw tight, my mother’s panic turning to rage. It wasn’t guilt exactly. It was… awareness. Like I could see the pattern from a distance now, and distance made it clearer.
Meera reached across the table and squeezed my hand once.
“Did you do anything illegal?” she asked.
“No.”
“Did you continue reading …
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