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man Maya left with. Her boss. The man with the car, the trips, the money, and the life she said she deserved.
I’d been standing in the hallway with nine-month-old Shannon in my arms.
Adele was 13, barefoot on the stairs. Piper was eight. The triplets, Penelope, Mia, and Lucille, were five and crying in the living room because they didn’t understand continue reading …
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