And when I read the first page, I had to sit down on my own front steps, because it was Wanda’s handwriting, and it laid out a truth I’d been …

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Then my son — who for twenty-two years had laughed it off and gotten up for seconds — set his fork down, stayed in his chair, and looked Trace dead …

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Then my husband — who had swallowed that shake-and-wipe for twenty-five years — left Colton’s hand hanging in the air, straightened to his full height, and finally spoke. “Colton,” Dean …

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Then my daughter — who for nineteen years had risen from every table the second Grandma stirred — stayed exactly where she was, folded her hands, and answered her brother …

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