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The morning my parents discovered what I earned, they didn’t call to say they were proud of me. They showed up at my apartment with a grocery-store cake, a bouquet of dying carnations, and a demand for half my paycheck. What they didn’t know was that by then, I had already learned never to trust a gift from Gary and Linda Mercer.
Chapter 1 I was thirty years old and living in Columbus, Ohio, when they appeared downstairs at nine-thirty on a Saturday morning. I had spent...
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