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Chloe was crying. She was very emotional.”
“About what?”
Vanessa swallowed.
“What was Chloe crying about?”
“She’s seven, Rachel. She cries.”
I stepped closer.
Vanessa stepped back until her hip hit the edge of the couch.
“What was Chloe crying about?”
Her eyes shone wet and bright.
“I don’t know.”
I nodded slowly.
“You know what’s funny? I’m a pediatric nurse.continue reading …
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