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kids are my family. You do not get to touch what belongs to them.”
That night I set a trap.
Grace’s voice came back, panicked now. “Ryan, stop.”
The recording cut off.
I sat there on the concrete floor with my hand over my mouth.
For weeks, part of me had wondered whether Liam had hidden something from me.
He hadn’t.
He had been protecting us.
That night I continue reading …
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