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decided I was annoying. They had treated my existence like a liability.
I called Aunt Lorraine with shaking hands.
“Emmy?” she said softly, using the nickname only she used.
“Why is your name on a guardianship agreement with my name on it?”
Guilty silence. Then a shaky inhale.
“Oh, honey,” Lorraine said, voice cracking. “She sent you the album.”
“What does continue reading …
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