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The residential facility where they lived—a modest townhouse in a middle-class development—had become a fortress of denial where Linda convinced herself that each incident was an aberration, each arrest a mistake that therapy and maternal devotion would eventually correct. The architectural plans she had made for Marcus’s future included college scholarships, professional success, and the kind of stable family life she had worked so hard to provide.
The charitable foundation where she donated both time and money focused on supporting at-risk youth, and Linda threw herself into this work with the desperate energy of someone trying to prove that troubled teenagers could be saved through proper intervention and unwavering support. Every success story she encountered reinforced her belief that Marcus just needed more time, more understanding, more love.
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