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at the surface of the coffee for a long time.
“I knew what your mother was doing,” he says. “I knew Jocelyn was doing it, too. I watched them call you, watched them cry, watched you send the money every single time.”
“And you never stopped them.”
“No.”
His voice cracks.
“I was afraid of your mother, of the fighting, of everything falling apart.”
“It fell continue reading …
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