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for me after nightmares. The same laugh entering rooms before she did. I taught her to ride a bike. Learned exactly how she liked her toast after her first heartbreak at sixteen.
Blood had nothing to do with any of that.
“Come here,” I whispered.
“I thought you’d hate me.”
I pulled Anna against me so tightly she gasped. She sobbed into my chest while I continue reading …
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