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my chest loosened for the first time since Christmas Eve.
Dad was slower to come around. But about a month later, he showed up alone. No locksmith. No realtor. Just him—a man who suddenly looked older, smaller, unsure.
We stood on the porch.
“I did wrong by you,” he said without preamble. “I thought I was helping Evan survive, but all I was doing was continue reading …
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