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I held him tightly for a moment. “You already have.”
My father called in August, two days before Elias left for school.
“I want to apologize,” he said, and there was something different in his voice, some of the authority gone. “To both of you. I was wrong.”
I didn’t make it easy. “About what specifically?”
“About Elias. About you. About the way I organized continue reading …
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