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read every page.”

“No,” I said. “But your signature is very clear.”
Emily gripped the counter.
“Mom, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I wanted you to feel like it belonged to you,” I said softly. “Not like a cage. Like a home.”
Mark’s shock twisted into anger.
“You’ve been spying on us?”
I glanced toward the ceiling corner above the kitchen entrance. The continue reading …
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