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Just procedure following its course.
My mother called first. I let it go to voicemail. Her message was long and fractured, full of half-finished sentences.
She cried, then tried to sound reasonable, then cried again. She said words like “family” and “misunderstanding.”
And “how could you do this to us.”
She never once said “I’m sorry.”
My father’s call continue reading …
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