At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

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“Give me the phone, Claire.”

“No.”

“Sophie,” Mom said, forcing a smile, “why don’t you go sit with your mother?”

Sophie stepped behind me instead.

I held the phone at my side.

“What happened before Sophie started recording?”

Mom’s expression tightened.

“This isn’t the place.”

“It became the place when Megan ended up with a broken wrist.”

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