“There’s my daughter.”
My mother’s voice floated toward me with practiced warmth.
The kind she reserved for audiences.
Not for people.
I turned slowly.
She stood there wearing a tailored cream-colored suit, pearls around her neck, and a smile so polished it looked rehearsed.
Beside her stood my sister, Dr. Amelia Fairbanks, and my brother, Jonathan Fairbanks, attorney-at-law.
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