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January 3, 2011
My dad came downstairs with the keys and undid the cuffs. She cradled her wrists as if she'd been burned and looked at him with barely concealed resentment.

"I still can't believe you put those on me," she said.

Dad sighed. "Why don't you start by telling us why you're here."

Dione looked at me. "I really do want Jamie to stay, Richard. He deserves to hear this, and I need him to. He needs to."

My dad looked at me, considering. I tried to give him my best pleading expression. He sat down.

"Okay," he said. "He can stay."