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Part 1: When the Past Walks Back Into Your Family

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Ezoic

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Just long enough to make my stomach tighten.

“You remember Nancy,” he said. “From high school.”

The room felt suddenly smaller.

Ezoic

For a moment, I couldn’t find my voice. I hadn’t heard that name in years, but it landed like a punch to the chest. Some names never lose their weight.

“Nancy?” I finally asked, already knowing the answer. “That Nancy?”

“Yes,” he said cheerfully. “She’s incredible. We reconnected a couple of years ago through mutual friends. It just clicked.”

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