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My mother let out a sound I had never heard from another human being.
Not crying.
Rage.
Pure rage.
“She manipulated her!” Miranda screamed, pointing at me. “That little schoolteacher manipulated a dying woman!”
I finally stood.
For the first time in my life…
I wasn’t afraid of her.
“No,” I said softly. “You isolated your own mother while she was dying because continue reading …
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