My Family Toasted

But enough.

He had seen the shape of my life before I had language for it.

He had tried to leave me a rope.

And Dad had buried it.

Rebecca’s voice was calm, but her eyes were bright with controlled fury.

“This changes things.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

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