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you both shut me out like I was disposable furniture.”
Jacob shifted, uncomfortable. “She said it was an accident,” he muttered.
I raised my cast. The bruising was dark now, purple and blue, the swelling worse. “You didn’t even come downstairs, Jacob.”
He looked like he’d been slapped.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
Jacob placed the folder on the coffee continue reading …
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