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I knew… I felt it in my chest, but I called her name anyway. I touched her hand and jerked back because her skin was freezing cold.
I called the local hospital, then collapsed beside her chair and cried harder than I had in years.
The funeral passed like a blur. I stood near the back feeling like I had no right to grieve as deeply as I did.
Then came the will reading, the humiliation, and the horrible realization that Mrs. Rhode must have lied to me. Not only about the inheritance, but about caring for me at all.
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