Rebecca stared at her iPhone, at the number that said “Mom,” and hesitated. Finally, after internal battling for a minute, she pressed the “call” button. It rang twice.
“Hey honey, how are you?” her mother’s husky, city prosecutor voice rang out. Sometimes even just hearing her voice could fill Bec…
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