Wally’s eyes looked sad. He’d driven thousands of miles to help Mom make her case, and it wasn’t working out the way they had planned. But she wasn’t saying anything I hadn’t heard before. And even with an adoring husband and a beautiful baby boy, Mom didn’t seem happy. She blamed her misery on Dad’s cruelty and on missing us, but I’d never seen her content for more than a few infrequent moments. She didn’t ask us about school or about anything going on in our lives. Her singular focus seemed to be getting even with Dad and dragging us away because of a debt we owed her rather than providing a
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