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bent close and spoke in a low voice, but the tightness in my husband’s jaw made it clear the words offered no comfort.
I gathered my purse with hands that had finally stopped shaking. Then I reached for my daughter.
“Ready?” I whispered.
She nodded, wide-eyed, and slipped her hand into mine.
We walked toward the exit.
As we passed him, my husband finally continue reading …
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