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comfortable.”
Sophie pushed one suitcase toward me.
“Here. Hold this while I fix my lipstick.”
The suitcase nearly hit my ankle.
I stared at it.
Then I looked at Ethan.
He was busy taking a selfie with the jet behind him.
I could have refused.
Instead, I picked up the handle.
Not because she deserved obedience.
Because every insult was being recorded in my mind continue reading …
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