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“You stole from her while she was dying.”
My mom whispered, “She sold her diamond for you.”
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“Yes, you did,” I said.
Linda whirled. “Shut up.”
“No,” I said. “You stole from her while she was dying.”
My mom’s voice cut like a knife. “Stop saying that.”
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Ray pointed at Linda’s cardigan pocket. “So the ring—”