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“I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE.”
Those were the first words out of my sister Lila’s mouth when I opened my front that night.
She stood there rigidly, one hand gripping a small suitcase, the other shoved firmly against the back of her four-year-old son, Evan. He nearly lost his balance on his weak legs before instinctively grabbing onto my coat.
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