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How a Flea Market Discovery Ended a Decade of Searching for My Daughter

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Marlene, I loved her too.” Angered, I screamed, “Don’t you dare use that word in this house!”

Palmer stepped in to separate us. “Mr. Rhodes, we’re going to need you to come with us.” Rick offered no resistance and simply nodded. I turned to Palmer, barely able to remain standing. “Judith,” I asked. “What happened to her? Where’s my daughter?”

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