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I sat in my car across from the upscale French restaurant, my grip on the steering wheel tight enough to turn my knuckles white. Ever since Carmen's visit, I knew something was deeply wrong. I had spent days at home, turning every detail over in my mind, calculating my next move. Today, my motherly instincts were finally proven right.
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