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mother still would have been wrong.
That was the final freedom.
“I am glad it was this life,” I said. “But I would have mattered in the other one too.”
Alexander kissed my hand.
“You always did.”
Years after that, Chloe and I sold the Wellington estate.
Neither of us wanted to live there.
The main house went to a family with four children and two golden retrievers.continue reading …
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