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"I didn't ask to come here," she said, wiping her eyes roughly with her sleeve as she once again realized... this wasn't her mother.
It was the house, the ghost. The poison of her own trauma and guilt and grief dressed in her mother's voice.
But it still hurt like hell.
"You're not her," Iris whispered.
And still, her mother spoke again, her tone sharp and merciless. "It's good you disappeared into this world. You've brought nothing but shame now your father has to deal with not only being jobless but also a CEO in court."
The words cracked something inside Iris and that's when the room began to tremble.
"Every thing I have ever done in my life was to make you proud." Iris began, "to you and dad happy even if we had nothing..."
