They wanted to watch me lose.
They wanted to remember the day the outsider had finally been removed from the Monroe family.
Later, they would tell the story at Thanksgiving.
At Christmas.
At every gathering where my name came up.
Allison.
The woman Grant had foolishly married.
The woman the family had finally gotten rid of. Conflictresolution workshops
I stood several feet away holding my purse, a manila folder, and the freshly stamped court papers.
I kept my face still.
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