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Linda’s eyes went wet. Her voice turned sweet. “Kate, honey. Let’s talk alone.”
Linda looked me in the eye.
“Please. Don’t do this. You’ll tear the family apart.”
I held up the letter. “Grandma wrote this because you’ve been tearing it apart for years.”
“I’m not coming.”
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Linda’s face tightened. “You think you’re so perfect.”
“I think Grandma deserved better,” I said. “And so did we.”
Linda looked at my mom again, like she expected the old rescue.
My mom stayed still.
Linda grabbed her purse. “Fine. Have your little dinner. Read your letters. I’m not coming.”
“You can show up and hear it.”
I stood. “Yes, you are.”
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“Excuse me?”
“You can show up and hear it,” I said, “or I’ll read it without you, and your version won’t exist.”
Her lips trembled. “You wouldn’t.”
“I will,” I said. “And I won’t soften a word.”
