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Chapter 1: The $65 Dinner

“Your children can eat when they get home,” my mother said, handing my sister’s daughters their dessert menus while my ten-year-old sat beside me with an empty plate.

She delivered the words as casually as someone asking for more water.

Then my brother-in-law laughed.

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“Guess you should’ve fed them earlier.””

I looked at my daughters. Emma stared at the tablecloth, pressing her lips together. Eight-year-old Riley slid her small hand into

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