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Mia let out a bitter laugh. “You always intended to come back? When? Ten more years from now?”
Daniel’s face tightened. Before he could respond again, I picked up the account closure papers from the hall table and held them in front of him.
Panic swept across his face. “No! How are we supposed to survive? Mom, please be reasonable.”
That answer told us everything we needed to know.
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