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her face.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Then from this moment on,” I said quietly, “every decision needs to be about Benjamin. Not Daniel. Not shame. Not revenge. Him.”
She nodded, covering her mouth.
“Okay.”
When I got home, Cora was still at my table.
Daniel stood near the stairs with a suitcase.
Talia looked up immediately.
“Is baby Benjamin okay?”
“He’s safe,” I told continue reading …
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