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up my house,” I said. “Not to you. Not to anyone.”
She exhaled sharply. “We’d take over the mortgage. It’s not charity.”
“It’s my home,” I said. “And Dad doesn’t get to volunteer it on my behalf.”
There was silence on the line, then her voice turned softer, sharper.
“If Mom were here,” Melissa said, “she’d want you to help.”
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