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thought he was protecting me.
Now I know he was protecting himself.
Five days after the funeral, I sat alone in the living room wearing the same oversized sweatshirt I’d slept in for two nights straight.
The silence inside the house felt unbearable without Ava’s laughter echoing through it.
Then my phone rang.
Miss Greenwood again.
Her voice trembled immediately.continue reading …
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