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life behind my back.
Then after Ava died, he hid the truth while standing beside her tiny white casket pretending to grieve honestly.
When I came home that night, Mark sat waiting at the kitchen table looking smaller than I’d ever seen him.
“I never stopped loving Ava,” he whispered.
I stared at him for a very long time.
Then finally answered honestly.
“I continue reading …
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