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“Part 2
Margaret sent lilies to the hospital with a card that said, For healing and forgiveness.
I threw them in the trash.
Daniel watched me from the doorway, hollow-eyed. “She didn’t know.”
I laughed once. It came out broken and sharp.
“She knew.”
“You’re grieving,” he said. “Don’t turn this into a war.”
“It became war when your mother put shrimp in my continue reading …
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