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sweetheart… you’ve given enough. Be careful.”
I laughed it off.
“Careful of what, Aunt Helen?”
She didn’t answer.
She just looked at me with something I couldn’t name.
Pity.
Maybe.
Or forewarning.
Three days later, I understood.
It was a Tuesday morning when my world collapsed.
I was at my desk at Datasphere reviewing quarterly analytics reports when my phone continue reading …
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