They Treated Me Like I Didn’t Belong Until the Seal on the Car Door Changed Everything

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“Then start now,” I said. “Not because of the job or the credential or the agents. Because I’m your sister and I drove six hours with sunflowers.”

He nodded slowly.

“I should have pushed back about the seat,” he said. “I should have told Patricia to find another arrangement.”

“Yes,” I said. “You should have.”

“I won’t make that mistake again.”

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