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it, something else remained—hard and steady as bedrock.
If family was the game, we’d play with all the cards on the table.
I scrolled to another name and pressed call. “Aunt Patricia.”
She picked up before the first ring finished. “Holly, sweetheart, are you okay? I’ve been calling—”
“They sold my condo,” I said.
A sharp inhale. Then silence. I could almost continue reading …
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