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Your parents did not like that.
The night you stayed with Mrs.
The police came. The forged papers came out.
The money trail came out. The judge called it fraud and assault.
Your parents went to prison.
My parents.
Alive.
Somewhere.
I had spent 26 years lighting candles for dead people who weren’t actually dead.
You were six, she wrote. Old enough to ask questions.
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