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The stone caught the light. Too bright. Too clean. Wrong.
My mom stared as if she couldn’t make her eyes focus.
Ray let out a sharp laugh. “You had it in your pocket at the funeral.”
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Linda hissed, “I didn’t want someone to steal it!”
“You humiliated yourself.”
“And this? Look at this mirror. This is sick.”
I took it from her. “It’s just a mirror.”
“She’s humiliating me!”
