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everything.”

My mother’s mouth fell open.

“You’re having security escort me out?”

“Yes.”

“I raised you.”

“And somehow,” I said, “Ava still taught me what love looks like.”

That was the first time my mother looked truly wounded.

But even then, I knew she was not wounded because she had hurt us.

She was wounded because she had lost possession.

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