As I walk into the stark white house in the shadow of the pine trees, I can’t help but feel uneasy. I’ve always imagined what it would have been like to meet my birth mother before she died. Or to return, a lost daughter, to Avalon Springs, the place where I should have been raised. But nothing prepared me for this…I should have realized something was wrong when I saw the way people looked at me … me in the hotel that morning. The way they glanced at my daughter Madison and the fearful look in their eyes when they…
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