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“A notice,” I said.
“You got an attorney?”
“Yes.”
My son set down the papers.
He looked at me directly for the first time in months.
His eyes were his father’s.
I had never fully forgiven myself for not knowing when that had stopped mattering to him.
“Mom,” he said. “Come on, 30 days.”
“That’s more than you gave me when you presented that brochure.”
“We were continue reading …
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