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rehab,” I said. “Not money.”
He looked down.
“I know.”
“Ninety days minimum. A real program. Not a weekend retreat.”
He nodded, not meeting my eyes.
“If you do that, if you really commit to getting help, then we can talk about what comes next. But not before.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you’re on your own.”
Mom was waiting by my car.
She must have slipped out continue reading …
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