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Anger cut through my fear. “Anna is my daughter.”
“It’s complicated,” she replied, and hung up.
Two more weeks passed. Every phone call brought the same evasive answers. “Now isn’t a good time.” “We’re dealing with family stuff.” “Anna is going through a lot right now.” Each excuse felt like a door slamming in my face. I had missed ten years of my biological continue reading …
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