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for that responsibility.”

“So Dad signed for me?”

Another silence.

That one was longer.

When my mother spoke again, the panic had sharpened into pleading.

“Family does not do this to family.”

I looked at my reflection in the dark laptop screen.

There was a mark blooming along my cheekbone.

My eyes looked tired, but not broken.

An entire table had watched them continue reading …