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from my parents’ church, neighbors who had known us since we were kids. They had written letters. Dozens of them. Vanessa the devoted mother. Vanessa the volunteer. Vanessa who organized school fundraisers. Vanessa who made a mistake during a frightening moment.

A mistake.

That word had become a stain.

Brooklyn read a statement first.

She stood near the continue reading …