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“You’re back early,” she said.
“Rain picked up. Your mother would’ve fussed if I came home soaked.”
She didn’t smile.
And she was blocking the kitchen.
“Anna… move,” I said slowly. “I’m thirsty.”
“Dad, maybe sit down first.”
She didn’t move, so I stepped around her.
The second I entered the kitchen, I froze.
Sitting on the table was the exact same vase I had continue reading …
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