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The words were quiet, but they landed with a familiar force.
“You walked away,” she said. “You didn’t call, didn’t visit, didn’t help when your father was sick, and now you want to show up and demand a say?”
“I called. You told me you didn’t need me.”
“We didn’t need your guilt. We needed your presence.”
Marcus sat forward, fixing me with a look that continue reading …
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