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Chapter 8 - THE TEXT I DELETEDThree days after the burn, I texted my sister Claire:

He did it on purpose.

Then deleted the message.

Claire did not.

Her phone preserved it.

The defense later attacked it.

Correctly.

Why tell my sister one thing and medical staff another?

Because I was frightened.

Because certainty changed hour to hour.

Because trauma is not organized for litigation.

Claire replied:

Leave him.

I wrote:

I can’t yet.

Why?

Money.

Company.

House.

Shame.

Love.

Fear.

May you like

All of them.

No single answer.

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