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Dad pushed the box toward me with both trembling hands.
« Before I pass away, you need to know why I treated you that way. Open this. »
I lifted the lid.
The first thing inside Dad’s box was a plastic name badge.
Mine.
I lifted the lid.
I lifted it by the metal clip and stared at the faded lettering.
EMMA GUEST OF JOHNNY
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