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the broken door. “You’ll pay for that.”
I found my daughter kneeling in the rain, her husband punishing her for buying a new dress. Inside, I could hear her husband and his family laughing
“No,” I said. “You will.”
Derek stepped toward me. Tall, expensive suit, drunk confidence. “This is a family matter.”
I looked past him at Clara. “Does family make you kneel in the rain?”
His sister, Paige, snorted. “She’s dramatic. Derek was teaching her boundaries.”
“With gravel?”
Helen lifted her wineglass. “Clara continue reading …
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