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sick?”
Sophie sobbed. “I don’t want Grandpa to get sick.”
Vanessa, colder now: “Then you have to help us help him. Say it: my grandpa can’t take care of himself anymore.”
Sophie, barely audible: “My grandpa can’t take care of himself anymore.”
I stopped the recording, hands shaking. This was worse than surveillance. This was psychological torture of a continue reading …
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