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Lila began to cry softly. Claudine gripped her pearls so tightly that the strand snapped. Tiny white beads rolled across the polished floor.
Victor leaned toward me and lowered his voice. “Mara, please. Think about the baby.”
I rose slowly to my feet, one hand resting lightly over my stomach.
“I am thinking about the baby,” I said softly. “That is exactly continue reading …
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