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I was acting a part. I was just me.
I was opening gifts when Patricia’s expression shifted as she looked through the peephole. Her shoulders stiffened.
“Emerson,” she said quietly. “Your mother is outside.”
The room went silent. My heart dropped.
Patricia turned back toward the door, voice steely. “I’m not letting her in.”
I stood anyway. “I’ll handle it.continue reading …
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