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My mother told me Christmas had already happened without me while I stood under the fluorescent lights of an Ohio grocery store holding my father’s favorite chocolate cake in one hand and my mother’s favorite apple pie in the other. Then my father took the phone and said six words I would hear in my sleep for months: “Everything was easier without you there.”
Chapter 2 “We thought you’d get over it,” Mom said. Those words hurt more than Dad’s cruelty. They had known I would be wounded. They...
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