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fall apart, and that I was embarrassing him.
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fall apart, and that I was embarrassing him.
The night everything snapped, I was at work when my phone rang at 6 p.m. sharp.
I almost ignored it because personal calls weren’t encouraged, but something in my chest tightened when I saw Lily, my 12-year-old daughter’s name on the screen.
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