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miss you.” And there it was again, the knife with small fingerprints on the handle.
“I miss them too,” I said. “Are they safe?”
“She found an apartment. Not great, but stable. She’s working part time.”
“Good.”
Emma hesitated. “She’s angry about the trust.”
Of course she was. The trust had not cut her off completely, because that would have been cruelty continue reading …
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