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leave.”
Ryan flinched as if the words had reached him from a great distance and landed somewhere he had not expected.
Vanessa grabbed her bag. “Mia,” she said. “Get in the car.”
Mia did not move. Walter did not interfere. This had to be her first real decision, not his.
She looked at her mother, then at her father, then at the old Christmas card in Walter’s continue reading …
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