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My father grabbed the porch railing like his legs suddenly didn’t work.
“You set us up,” he whispered.
“No,” I said firmly. “I protected myself three years ago because I didn’t fully trust you with Chad around. I hoped I’d never need that protection.”
I walked toward the rental car parked down the street.
“Maria!” my father called, voice breaking. “Please.continue reading …
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