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“He emptied the account?” Norman asked softly.
“Yes.”
“He left you like this?” Tilly asked, her voice tight with disappointment.
“Peace couldn’t wait, apparently,” I said quietly.
Norman shook his head slowly.
That afternoon, he rolled up his sleeves and finished assembling the baby’s crib. He worked carefully, the way grandfathers do when they are pouring continue reading …
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