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everyone to notice how quiet and harmless he was being.
On the second evening, Tyra wandered into the kitchen while I packed lunches.
“Is Dad moving back?” she asked casually.
My stomach tightened instantly.
“No, sweetheart. Why would you think that?”
She shrugged, but her eyes looked uncertain. “Dad told Micah he’d sleep anywhere just to stay close to continue reading …
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