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I am.”
Martha nodded slowly. “I understand. But listen to me. You don’t owe them anything.”
“I want to help you. Your medical costs, your apartment, everything.”
She smiled. “Sweetheart, I don’t need a thing. My life may be small, but it’s mine. Just knowing you’re safe—that’s enough.”
Here was a woman who had offered me nearly everything when she believed continue reading …
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