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My son sent me birthday cookies after four years of silence, and the moment he learned I had given them to his mother-in-law, his voice turned so cold I knew the gift had never been an apology. Until then, I had spent one hopeful morning wondering whether Daniel had finally decided to come back into my life. By noon the next day, I was afraid to touch anything he had sent me.
Part of me was afraid Daniel would try again. Another part needed something more painful than evidence.
I needed to look my son in the face and hear why he wanted me dead.
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