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Patrick laughed. “You came back to take care of him, stayed by his side, and this is what you get? A rust bucket on wheels. How ironic.”
I said nothing.
A Hidden House and a Deeper Truth
An hour later, I was standing outside a small cottage nestled in quiet woods — a place I’d never seen before.
And then the door opened.
My mother stood there, calm, smiling. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
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