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Clara stared at me in shock. “Mom?”
I squeezed her hand gently. “Your father and I built more than sentimental clutter.”
Martin stood so quickly his chair scraped backward. “You’re lying.”
“I prefer privacy.”
Lightning flashed against the windows. In the distance, sirens began to howl.
Derek rounded on Clara furiously. “You told her?”
Clara flinched.
I stepped continue reading …
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