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witnesses all around and nothing left to hide.

My vision blurred. “You let me mourn my child for six years. And you let me do it while she was alive.”

Suzanne stepped closer, her face twisting in pain. “I love her. I’m not her mother, not really, but I couldn’t let go. I’m sorry, Phoebe. I’m so, so sorry.”

“You took my daughter from me.”

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