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By the time my sister announced that her five children were “all mine” for the flight to Cancún, I had already been awake nearly twenty hours, carried three of her bags through Dallas-Fort Worth International, bought breakfast for children I hadn’t fathered, and heard my mother remind me twice that good families helped each other.
Chapter 1 Something inside me didn’t break. It simply stopped volunteering. I looked at my sister, Kimberly, standing at the gate in oversized sunglasses with...
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