No dramatic explanation.
No tragic mystery.
No unanswered questions.
Just abandonment.
At least, that’s what my mother always told me.
And I never had a reason to doubt her.
My mother was my entire world.
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I was standing in the marble hallway outside the private dining room at the Capital Grille in Charlotte.
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