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to burn in the first place. As if their crime was just a misunderstanding, just a little hiccup in our family dynamics.
I didn’t respond. There was nothing left to say.
But I did get a letter, about six months ago, from my mother. A real letter, handwritten, not an email she could send quickly without really thinking about it.
“Emily,” it said, “I don’t continue reading …
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