My son didn’t show up at my wife’s funeral. Hours …

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Just like you stole from us, counting on the fact that we’d never prosecute our own son. Jessica started crying. Robert, please.

You don’t understand. These aren’t just credit card debts we borrowed from some very serious people. If we can’t pay them back, she didn’t finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.

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