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“No,” I whispered. “I’m not fighting for a man who gave up before the miracle arrived.”
His forehead creased.
“What does that mean?”
I smiled faintly.
“It means call your lawyer.”
By morning, Caleb had moved into a hotel while pretending it was to “give me space.” Sarah was already posting photos online about “new beginnings.”
I said nothing.
Not when his continue reading …
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