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from me,” I said coldly. “Because Mom said I’d never check.”
“You’re a lawyer,” I said. “You understood.”
The room had shifted. Not necessarily on my side yet, but the axis had moved. The carefully curated image of Linda Moore: Perfect Mother had cracked.
I slid the phone into my pocket, letting silence swell. “There is one more thing. But this one isn’t continue reading …
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