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Did you see Grace is back with us?”Megan did see me. She saw me jump off a cliff and crawl under an Iranian fence. Megan has seen plenty. And I can’t help but hold my breath, waiting on her answer.”Hi,” Megan says, turning to me. “Welcome home.”Home. The word hits me. I’ve spent all my life thinking that I didn’t have one, but now that I’m back I can’t deny that I’ve spent more my life on Embassy Row than in any other place-that maybe it just wasn’t my mother’s childhood home. In a way, it’s mine, too.
