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already in my lawyer’s inbox.
My mother threw scalding soup in my face for saying no to her stepdaughter. “Give her all your things — or get out!”
When I came downstairs, my mother barely looked at me.
“Keys,” she said.
I placed one key on the table.
Violet frowned. “That’s not the car key.”
“It’s the guest room key.”
My mother’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t get clever with me.”
I gave her a tired smile. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
