My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

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“Why would it come back?”

Behind us, my mother made a small sound.

I hadn’t heard her approach.

She stood near the vending machines, one hand pressed to her mouth.

Maribel looked up.

“Mom?”

My mother didn’t answer.

“Mom,” Maribel said again. “Why would Arden’s card come back?”

Celeste Vale looked ten years older under hospital lights.

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