{"id":4577,"date":"2026-08-02T14:48:16","date_gmt":"2026-08-02T14:48:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/amomama.online\/?p=4577"},"modified":"2026-08-02T14:48:16","modified_gmt":"2026-08-02T14:48:16","slug":"part-2-full-my-mother-in-law-lifted-a-black-pet-collar-at-my-babys-welcome-party","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/amomama.online\/?p=4577","title":{"rendered":"PART 2 \u2013 FULL: MY MOTHER-IN-LAW LIFTED A BLACK PET COLLAR at my baby\u2019s welcome party."},"content":{"rendered":"

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. It does not represent any organization or individual, nor does it encourage inappropriate behavior. The content was generated with AI assistance.<\/span><\/p>\n

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PART 2:<\/p>\n

His voice cracked on the word \u201cpeople.\u201d
\nI had heard that crack in a hundred soldiers right before they told me a truth they did not want me to hear.<\/p>\n

Wesley would not meet my eyes. He stood in the kitchen with his fingers wrapped around the counter\u2019s edge, knuckles pale as milk.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour father will be there too,\u201d he said again, quieter this time. \u201cAnd he\u2019s bringing people with him.\u201d<\/p>\n

June slept against my shoulder, her breath warm and even. The coffee I had poured that morning sat untouched. The clock above the stove ticked like a countdown.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat people?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen how do you know about them?\u201d<\/p>\n

He blinked. He had not expected the question.<\/p>\n

That was the problem with Wesley. He was excellent at repeating what his mother told him and terrible at explaining where her information ended and his began.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy father called,\u201d he said. \u201cHe said your dad had contacted him. He said we all needed to be in the same room.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOut of the blue?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt noon today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt noon,\u201d he repeated.<\/p>\n

He repeated everything. That was how I could always tell he was lying. When the truth was his, he spoke slowly and owned every word. When he was carrying someone else\u2019s lines, he sounded like a man reading a script in a language he barely understood.<\/p>\n

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I did not look at it.<\/p>\n

June stirred. I pressed my lips to her forehead. She smelled like baby wash and gentle morning light.<\/p>\n

\u201cWesley,\u201d I said. \u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He finally did. His eyes were pale blue and rimmed with red. He had not slept.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me everything you know,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI already did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOn my mother\u2019s grave.\u201d<\/p>\n

He flinched. My mother was gone, and he knew exactly how much that promise meant to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom called last night after you left the party,\u201d he said. \u201cShe said your father had called Richard and demanded a meeting. She said he was bringing an entire troop. She said\u2026\u201d He stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said it was our only chance to confront them together.\u201d<\/p>\n

A cold chain moved down my spine.<\/p>\n

\u201cConfront us about what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe didn\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was saying too much. Wesley always over-explained whenever he was nervous about the underlying truth.<\/p>\n

June made a small sound, and I shifted her to my other shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to call my father,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNora.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said I\u2019m going to call him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I pulled out my phone. Three unread texts.<\/p>\n

The first was from my father, sent at six forty-seven that morning: \u201cCharlie. No calls until after the meeting. Drive to the estate at 11:00. Do not bring the diaper bag.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at that last line.
\nDo not bring the diaper bag.<\/p>\n

The second text was from an unknown number, sent at nine: \u201cColonel Ellis. Please confirm you will attend the meeting at noon. It is critical that your husband believes you are traveling together.\u201d<\/p>\n

The third was from the same unknown number: \u201cDo not tell Wesley what I have sent. Trust your father. Do not bring the baby\u2019s diaper bag.\u201d<\/p>\n

I went very still.<\/p>\n

\u201cWesley,\u201d I said, keeping my voice even. \u201cWhen exactly did your father order the meeting?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLast night. After midnight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd your mother called you before that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAround eleven.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat time did you get home?\u201d<\/p>\n

He hesitated. \u201cAfter two.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere were you between midnight and two?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI drove around.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I didn\u2019t know what to think.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked down at my phone again. The texts came from my father\u2019s secure line. But my father would never summon me through my in-laws. He would have called me first.<\/p>\n

And he would never tell me to leave June\u2019s diaper bag behind without explaining why.<\/p>\n

Unless someone had access to that diaper bag.<\/p>\n

Margaret had packed it. She had insisted, at the hospital, because she was \u201cthe grandmother.\u201d<\/p>\n

I set June down in her crib in the next room. She stirred, opened her sleepy eyes, smiled without knowing why.<\/p>\n

That smile settled something in me.<\/p>\n

I walked back into the kitchen.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re going,\u201d I said. \u201cBut we\u2019re taking my car.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley frowned. \u201cYour car doesn\u2019t have the car seat base.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt does now.\u201d<\/p>\n

He started to argue. Then something crossed his face\u2014a flicker of fear he tried to hide.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd we\u2019re not driving together.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll leave first. You can say I was already on my way. I\u2019ll meet you at the estate.\u201d<\/p>\n

His lips parted.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

I stepped closer and watched his pupils expand. Not with surprise. With recognition.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I need to know if you\u2019re going to call your mother and warn her,\u201d I said. \u201cOr if you\u2019re going to show up and stand beside me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley went pale.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would never,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever do what? Warn her, or stand beside me?\u201d<\/p>\n

He did not answer.<\/p>\n

I had my answer.<\/p>\n

I lifted the diaper bag from the counter and placed it by the front door. Then I remembered my father\u2019s text.
\nDo not bring the diaper bag.<\/p>\n

I unzipped the side pocket.<\/p>\n

Inside, beneath a folded burp cloth, was a small gold object.<\/p>\n

The bell.<\/p>\n

The tiny gold bell from the collar. The one Margaret had lifted in front of sixty guests.<\/p>\n

She must have slipped it into the bag while I was holding June and getting pushed toward the door. I never saw her do it.<\/p>\n

I rolled the bell between my fingers. It was heavy. Far too heavy for something so small.<\/p>\n

Then I saw the seam running around the middle\u2014almost invisible. But I had spent years handling equipment exactly like this.<\/p>\n

It was not a bell.<\/p>\n

It was a listening device. And a locator.<\/p>\n

My heart fell into my stomach.<\/p>\n

\u201cNora?\u201d Wesley\u2019s voice came from the hallway. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed the pocket and zipped it.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing,\u201d I said. \u201cJust checking June\u2019s things.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stood in the doorway, watching me. Something in his posture did not belong to the man I had married.<\/p>\n

Then I heard it.<\/p>\n

A soft scrape at the front window.<\/p>\n

I dropped behind the kitchen island and dragged him down with me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the\u2014\u201d he started.<\/p>\n

\u201cQuiet.\u201d<\/p>\n

The scrape moved along the glass toward the back porch.<\/p>\n

I had a pistol hidden in the hall closet. But I could not reach it without crossing the kitchen window.<\/p>\n

The diaper bag was still by the front door.<\/p>\n

The bell inside had been transmitting for nearly an hour.<\/p>\n

Whoever was outside was not there to break in. They were there to locate the signal. The signal that was sitting inside my own house because I had carried it home in my daughter\u2019s things.<\/p>\n

I made a decision.<\/p>\n

I crawled to the bag, unzipped the side pocket, and slid the bell into the pocket of my jacket.<\/p>\n

Then I opened the hall closet, grabbed my pistol, and secured it at the small of my back.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d Wesley hissed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaking sure they follow me instead of June.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNora, stop. What is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

I stood and looked at my husband. The same soft hands. The same gentle face.<\/p>\n

But his eyes kept drifting toward the front door, and I finally understood why.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew about the bell,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why have you been watching me like you\u2019re waiting to see whether I\u2019d find it?\u201d<\/p>\n

He said nothing.<\/p>\n

I pulled out my phone and dialed the number from the unknown text. It rang twice.<\/p>\n

\u201cColonel,\u201d my father said. \u201cGood girl. Don\u2019t bring the bag.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe bell was in it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s been transmitting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s someone outside the house right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

A pause.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you armed?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGet to the vehicle. Do not take the bag. Listen carefully. When you walk out that door, they will see you, and they will follow you. That is what we need. Your husband can come with you if he chooses. But if he hesitates, leave him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Wesley.<\/p>\n

He was crying.<\/p>\n

Not the controlled silence he used after our arguments. Real, helpless, frightened tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cNora,\u201d he said, \u201cI didn\u2019t know what she was going to do with it. I thought it was just a keepsake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA keepsake you recognized.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t\u2014 I swear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why are you crying?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause I\u2019m watching you become a soldier in front of me for the first time. And I\u2019m terrified of what you\u2019re going to do to my family.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something in my heart\u2014something that had been bruising for years\u2014quietly closed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not why you\u2019re crying,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

And I walked out the front door.<\/p>\n

The morning sun hit my face. June was bundled in my arms. The diaper bag stayed on the floor inside, abandoned.<\/p>\n

I did not look back to see if Wesley would follow.<\/p>\n

I buckled June into her car seat, started the engine, and pulled out of the driveway.<\/p>\n

Behind me, a dark sedan pulled away from the curb.<\/p>\n

I drove toward the Pembroke estate in Myers Park.<\/p>\n

For the next ten minutes, the sedan stayed two cars behind me. It did not try to close the gap. It just followed. Patient, professional, certain.<\/p>\n

At a red light, I opened the glove box and pulled out the burner phone I kept there. I typed one word to my father: Pack.<\/p>\n

He replied: Watching.<\/p>\n

The estate gates appeared ahead.<\/p>\n

The circular driveway was full of vehicles I did not recognize. I spotted the security team right away\u2014two plainclothes officers near the side entrance, a woman in a dark blazer speaking quietly into a microphone at her collar.<\/p>\n

I parked. I took June. I walked toward the front door.<\/p>\n

The woman in the blazer met me at the steps.<\/p>\n

\u201cColonel Ellis,\u201d she said. \u201cSpecial Agent Reyes. I\u2019ve been coordinating with your father\u2019s office.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs he here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cInside.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked behind me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour husband?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n

She studied me for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe bell?\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened my jacket pocket and showed her the small gold object. She produced a black signal-blocking pouch. I dropped the bell inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou carried it across the city,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cOn purpose. Whoever was tracking it is now standing outside these gates.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded once. Professional. Cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go inside.\u201d<\/p>\n

The sunroom looked exactly as I remembered. White roses in silver vases. Crystal chandelier. The same polished floor where Margaret had stood with the collar.<\/p>\n

But the chairs had been rearranged into two rows.<\/p>\n

And at the far end, in full dress uniform, stood my father.<\/p>\n

He came to me before anything else. He took June\u2019s tiny hand in his.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did right,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

Then his gaze moved over my shoulder.<\/p>\n

I turned.<\/p>\n

Wesley stood in the doorway. He had followed after all. His face was pale, and there was a thin red mark across his forehead.<\/p>\n

\u201cSecurity intercepted him at the side gate,\u201d Agent Reyes said quietly.<\/p>\n

My father nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet him in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Margaret stood near the fireplace in the same cream suit from the party. Richard sat in a chair beside her. And for the first time in three years, Margaret did not look smug.<\/p>\n

She looked afraid.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is the meaning of this?\u201d she demanded. \u201cWhy are soldiers in my home?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father stepped forward.<\/p>\n

\u201cLast night, following the party, the Defense Security Service identified a signal coming from a device placed in Colonel Ellis\u2019s residence.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know nothing about that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were recorded on a neighbor\u2019s security camera outside their home on three separate occasions.\u201d<\/p>\n

Margaret\u2019s mouth opened, then closed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI visit my son.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour last visit lasted forty-seven minutes,\u201d Agent Reyes said. \u201cForty-seven minutes after you left, a signal matching the device at the residence was logged.\u201d<\/p>\n

Margaret shook her head. \u201cThis is a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe device was a tiny microphone and GPS unit hidden inside an ornamental gold bell. A bell identical to the one attached to the collar you lifted at a party in front of sixty guests.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room went silent.<\/p>\n

Richard\u2019s face had turned the color of parchment.<\/p>\n

\u201cMargaret,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

She did not answer.<\/p>\n

I watched her carefully. And in that moment, I understood something that changed everything.<\/p>\n

She had known about the bell.<\/p>\n

But she had not known what it really was.<\/p>\n

Someone had taken her cruelty. Her fear. Her need to control. And they had turned it into an instrument aimed at my daughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho gave you that collar?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

She pressed her lips together.<\/p>\n

\u201cAn associate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat associate?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone helping me protect my son.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

She finally looked at me\u2014truly looked.<\/p>\n

\u201cA man named Daniel Corso.\u201d<\/p>\n

Agent Reyes\u2019s hand froze over her microphone.<\/p>\n

\u201cSpell that,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

Margaret spelled it.<\/p>\n

Agent Reyes looked at my father. Something passed between them\u2014silent, urgent, and cold.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet everyone out of this room,\u201d my father said quietly. \u201cNow.\u201d<\/p>\n

Richard stood. \u201cWill someone please tell me what is happening?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Pembroke,\u201d Agent Reyes said, \u201cthat name is on a watchlist we have been running for eighteen months. If your wife has had dealings with him, you need to step into the next room. Now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Margaret grabbed Richard\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was a business consultant! He said he handled reputational concerns for wealthy families. He said he could help me protect our name.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom what?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cFrom you.\u201d<\/p>\n

The words hit like a slap.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said Nora was unstable,\u201d Margaret continued. Fresh tears broke through her careful composure. \u201cHe showed me a file with photographs of her overseas. He said she had lied about her past to marry into our family. He said if I could prove it, we could end the marriage without Wesley losing his inheritance.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wesley stood frozen in the doorway.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me any of this?\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause he said you were under her control. He said you could not be trusted to see the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you believed him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe knew things,\u201d Margaret said, her voice cracking. \u201cHe knew things about this family. About your father\u2019s business. About the Charleston trust. About the settlement. Things no outsider could possibly have known.\u201d<\/p>\n

Richard went white.<\/p>\n

\u201cI never told anyone about those,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did.\u201d Margaret\u2019s voice dropped to a whisper. \u201cI told him because he said he could make them disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room was completely still.<\/p>\n

Agent Reyes was already on her phone, speaking in low rapid bursts.<\/p>\n

My father moved close to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s been inside this family for months,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cHe targeted your mother-in-law\u2019s fear of you and used it to access Richard\u2019s financial secrets. The collar was never about June. It was the first step in a much larger operation.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe told her to put it on the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. He told her to bring it near the baby. He used her cruelty as cover. If she had succeeded in placing it on June, the transmitter would have traveled with you everywhere\u2014your unit, your briefings, your safe house. But even when she failed, she slipped the bell into your bag. That was the plan all along.\u201d<\/p>\n

My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From fury.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe used my daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe used everyone,\u201d my father said. \u201cAnd now he knows the device has been discovered.\u201d<\/p>\n

On cue, the lights flickered.<\/p>\n

Outside, the sound of engines.<\/p>\n

Agent Reyes touched her earpiece.<\/p>\n

\u201cIncoming,\u201d she said. \u201cThree vehicles, no plates. ETA thirty seconds.\u201d<\/p>\n

Richard\u2019s voice rose. \u201cWhat do we do?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know the protocol, Colonel.\u201d<\/p>\n

I did.<\/p>\n

I looked down at June. She was awake now, calm, watching the chandelier with wide, curious eyes.<\/p>\n

Then I looked at Wesley.<\/p>\n

He was shaking.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome with me,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe vehicles outside are not here to negotiate. Come with me and my father. Or stay here with your mother and face whatever is pulling into your driveway.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not choosing a side.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t about choosing sides, Wesley. This is about choosing whether your wife and daughter walk out of this house alive. Stay here, and you become the man who let that happen. Come with me, and you get a chance to be the man who didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at his mother.<\/p>\n

Margaret stood alone among the wreckage of everything she had built.<\/p>\n

Wesley walked to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll come,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen move.\u201d<\/p>\n

We moved.<\/p>\n

My father led. Agent Reyes and two plainclothes officers fell in around us. Through the kitchen, out the service entrance, into the garden.<\/p>\n

A single unmarked black SUV idled behind the rose arbor.<\/p>\n

The first bullet hit the fountain wall before I reached the door.<\/p>\n

I covered June and ran.<\/p>\n

I heard Wesley shout behind me. Then his footsteps following.<\/p>\n

My father threw himself into the driver\u2019s seat. The engine was already running.<\/p>\n

No talking. No questions. Just running.<\/p>\n

The last thing I saw as we pulled away was the estate shrinking in the side mirror. The white columns. The chandelier light spilling through the windows.<\/p>\n

And Margaret on the front steps, one hand pressed over her mouth, standing completely alone.<\/p>\n

Forty minutes later, we reached a secure military facility outside Charlotte.<\/p>\n

June was in a safe room with a female captain vetted by my father\u2019s command.<\/p>\n

I stood in a small gray office, staring at the wall.<\/p>\n

Wesley sat in a chair across from me. There was a cut on his cheek that I had not noticed while we were running.<\/p>\n

\u201cNora,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know,\u201d he said. \u201cThe collar. The consultant. The bell. I didn\u2019t know any of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you knew your mother had been planning something against me.\u201d<\/p>\n

He started to argue. Then stopped.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought it was just her normal behavior,\u201d he said. \u201cI thought if I kept you apart, she couldn\u2019t hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou protected me by leaving me in the dark inside a house where your mother was working with a foreign intelligence asset.\u201d<\/p>\n

He flinched.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know it was foreign intelligence.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t ask the questions because you didn\u2019t want to know the answers.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was crying again.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan you ever forgive me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I wanted to say something kind. I wanted to say that time would heal everything and that love could survive this.<\/p>\n

But I could still hear that tiny gold bell jingling in front of sixty laughing strangers.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I said. \u201cBut I know one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter will never wear a collar. And I will never again live in a home where someone else decides whether that is acceptable.\u201d<\/p>\n

I walked out.<\/p>\n

My father was in the hallway, holding June.<\/p>\n

She smiled when she saw me.<\/p>\n

I took her and pressed her against my chest, breathing in her warm, soft smell. She grabbed one of my fingers with her whole tiny fist.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happens now?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe find Corso. And you and June go somewhere safe until we do.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

He watched me for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cHome.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shook my head. \u201cThat estate was never my home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot that one. The one where you belong.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time that day, I let myself breathe.<\/p>\n

I looked down at June\u2019s face. No collar. No bell. No gold bracelet. Just her\u2014clean and brand-new and already stronger than all of them.<\/p>\n

I kissed her forehead.<\/p>\n

Then I started walking, and I did not look back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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