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Then I heard ice clink against a glass.
“Oh, Maren,” she sighed. “This is really terrible timing.”
I stared at the ceiling.
“I’m in the emergency room.”
“I know,” she replied. “But your sister never has these emergencies. Chloe plans ahead. Chloe doesn’t create chaos.”
My throat tightened.
“Mom, he’s six weeks old.”
“And I already paid for my Caribbean cruise,continue reading …
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