The Sunday dinner started like all the others, with my father praising my sister Sarah while I sat at the far end of the table practically invisible. It was March 15th, 2024. 3:47 p.m. I remember the exact time because I was checking my phone, hoping for an excuse to leave early. I should have trusted that instinct.
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