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not smile.
Outside the courtroom, he came toward me. For a moment, I thought he might apologize. Instead, he said, “You always had to prove you were better.”
I looked at my brother. The golden son. The easy liar. The man who had stolen twelve years from me and still believed truth was something I had done to him.
“No, Tom,” I said quietly. “I only had continue reading …
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