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me. “Naomi and the baby are leaving with me tonight.”
Ethan’s face changed. Control slipping from his hands and landing somewhere he could not reach. “That is not necessary.”
“Your opinion,” my grandmother said, “no longer has logistical value.”
Instead of laughing, I cried. Not loudly. Just a sudden spill of tears I could not stop. Layla stirred against continue reading …
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