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mind kept drifting back to the man in the waiting room.
She thought about the way he had looked at her clothes. Her old diaper bag. Her tired face.
Jenna must have noticed something in her expression, because she crouched down beside her chair.
“You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of,” she said softly.
Mia looked up at her, eyes brimming.
“You brought continue reading …
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