Beyond the Betrayal: Gabby's Sweet Comeback

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ther's worn recipe book, his old apron, a framed photo of

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ask of cold disdain. She looked past me, at the boxes on

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bout this, but he made a promise. A promise our family intends to honor.

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best physical therapy in the country. A clinic in Vermont. I will cover all e

ting the offer

r from our lives. You will never contact Caleb a

ensure their perfect family narrative remained intact. They weren't

looked at the boxes that held the remnants of my life. I had no mone

. A bitter, humiliating way o

, my voice hoa

se and efficient. She handed it to me, a piece of paper that

ing to leave. "You were never the

e check in my hand. It was for an amount of money I couldn't

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