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did not send polite reminders.
I wrapped both hands around my mug so they wouldn’t see them shake. “My oncologist moved the surgery up. I need that money.”
My father laughed once, cold and ugly. “You always need something.”
I looked at him. “I have a life-threatening illness.”
“And Evan has people coming after him,” Mom snapped. “You think you’re the only continue reading …
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