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of family therapy, attendance required. And a genuine written apology—not to your father, but to you, Sarah, for how they treated him when they believed he had nothing.”

Sarah was shaking her head, tears falling freely now. “Dad, I don’t want their money. I don’t need sixty-three million dollars. I just wanted you to be okay. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.continue reading …