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of practice—curating her image, controlling what people see, burying what they shouldn’t.

But she couldn’t manage this.

“Colette Owens.”

A woman in emeralds approached my mother with her phone extended.

“Diane, is this your daughter?”

My mother glanced at the screen, saw my face, saw the headline. Her expression cycled through surprise, then recognition,continue reading …