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My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain
He had left notes.
Dozens of them.
Dates. Names. Questions. Warnings.
Sometimes, tucked into files, I found his handwriting.
Ask Maya to verify.
Dad lied about this account.
Nat will understand this eventually. Give her context.
Each note felt like hearing his voice through a wall.
Some days, I could barely breathe.
