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The courtroom went silent.
My father’s face turned red.
For the first time in my life, they were not controlling the story.
After the hearing, my parents stopped texting me directly. Instead, relatives did it for them.
Cousin Mark said I was humiliating the family. My uncle, the one who had loaned my parents money, sent me a long message saying I had betrayed everyone.
Twenty minutes later, my uncle called me.
“Emily,” he said, “did you know they used your name to get money from me?”
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