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want to gossip. But they were taking things to their car. Boxes. I assumed you were moving.”
I thank her and hang up. My body shakes, not from fever this time—but from rage.
She was robbing me.
I dial my son’s number. It rings. Rings. Then voicemail.
I leave a message. Calm, but clear. “I need to see you. Alone. Come by tonight.continue reading …
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