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Lily fell asleep, Daniel and I sat at the kitchen table surrounded by papers, bills, lawyer emails, and the ruins of our old life.
He said, “I don’t know how to fix what I let happen.”
“You don’t fix it,” I said. “You tell the truth long enough for something new to grow.”
He nodded.
Then my phone rang.
Deborah.
Her voice was clipped.
“Vanessa’s attorney requested continue reading …
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