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we are a family. Real families protect each other.”
The fourteenth day arrived. At noon, we heard Brooke’s SUV in the driveway.
Michael and I sat in the living room with the lawyer. The children were at Carol’s house, safe.
Brooke burst through the door wearing a new dress, dragging a Louis Vuitton suitcase.
“Where are the kids?” she demanded without continue reading …
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