“Dad, mom’s sitting by the pool and she can’t talk. Or won’t talk.”
Marv Bilford stirred some chili, the chili he always bragged about making. Today he stirred silently and looked at his daughter.
“I’m aware. She had to remove her name from the ballot today.”
Robin gasped, shock and pain blending in a hollow breath.
“What? I knew she was crying but she’s no…
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