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told her everything—the airport, the summons, the confrontation.
She listened quietly, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles showed white through the thin skin.
“I didn’t want you to face them,” she said finally, her voice rough. “They’re still your parents.”
“No,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “Family is the people who love and respect you. You are continue reading …
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