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family,” Meredith insisted.
“Family?” I almost laughed. “You posted Instagram photos from Paris while I was in brain surgery.”
She fell silent.
“I’m not taking this money to hurt you,” I said. “I’m taking it because it’s mine. Because Grandma wanted me to have options.”
“What about us?” Dad asked.
“You already lost me,” I said, voice softening slightly.continue reading …
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