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longer his daughter. I was the one who would end him.
“My poor Elena,” he said later, pressing cold lips to my forehead. “We thought we lost you.”
I stared at him in silence. He thought I was weak. He thought I knew nothing. He had no idea I had heard every word.
“You’ve always been dramatic,” he muttered when the doctor left.
I said nothing. Silence had continue reading …
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