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She rolls her eyes. “Not literally. But they were your family when your family was no good.”

My chest feels too tight at this way-too-accurate summation. How many times did I run over to the Jacksons’ house when my dad was in one of his moods? How many times did I pretend Frank Jackson was my real dad because I hated mine so much? “I guess you could say that.”

“Nic was just like you, you know