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My mom’s voice cracked. “I’m taking Mom’s side.”
I read the directive, slow and clear. “Within 24 hours, at Sunday dinner, you will read both letters out loud. All of it. Not to shame her, but to stop the lies that have stolen peace from this family.”
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Linda jabbed a finger at me. “You’re going to do this? You’re going to put me on trial?”
Linda snapped, “You don’t understand!”
I finished the last part. “Take the funeral account to the bank. Put it under your mother’s name with two signatures required—yours and hers. Linda gets no access.”
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Linda’s eyes went wet. Her voice turned sweet. “Kate, honey. Let’s talk alone.”
“No,” I said.