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her father slam doors and leave without a goodbye.
I crouched to meet her eyes.
“The court part is over,” I said gently. “We’re going to be okay.”
She studied my face carefully, searching for any crack in it.
“Are we still going to move?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re going to move. And we’re going to make a home that feels like ours.”
She nodded slowly,continue reading …
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