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diner across the street despite the hollow ache in my stomach. I didn’t call anyone. I didn’t even look at the reentry address folded in my pocket.
Or what I believed was home.
After three years locked away, I returned to learn my father had d!ed and my stepmother ruled his house. She didn’t know he’d hidden a letter and key, leading to a unit and video proving frame-up.
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