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I could respond, a voice cut through the silence.
“Lila. We need to go.”
My father stood in the doorway.
Austin turned, recognition flickering across his face. “Oh, hi. You came by last week, right? You said you knew my adoptive parents.”
I looked at my father, truly looked at him, and saw something collapse in his expression.
In that moment, I knew.
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