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asked if I was angry.
I told him no. I told him I was not angry at all.
But I had one question.
I reached across the table and took his hand.
“Why,” I asked quietly, “did you not let me be part of this from the beginning?”
His eyes filled up. He did not have an answer ready. He just squeezed my hand and looked down at the table.
I moved around to his side continue reading …
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