At 2 A.M., a Hidden

Just for a second.

She turned toward me, eyes bright with rage.

“You’re letting her erase me,” she said.

The judge warned her to be silent.

But I had already heard enough.

Outside the courthouse, reporters waited. Not many, but enough. My mother had made sure people knew there was a family dispute. She expected sympathy.

Rachel advised us not to speak.

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