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... ghts.
Across from me, she still sat motionless—palms folded like a practiced habit, her back straight with unnatural precision. She hadn’t blinked since she said it.
It’s my father.
I stared at her, and for a while I didn’t say anything.
Then, calmly, I asked, "Mary. What do you mean?"
No response.
Not even a twitch.
Her eyes had gone glassy, like she was watching something behind me. Something old.
Something she’d memorized so comp ...
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