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him to repeat something obvious. “I said take the bus home tomorrow. My parents are here. Melissa’s here. We already booked dinner.”
The room went still.
Even Ethan seemed to stop moving.
I stared at the man I had married, the man whose child I had just given birth to, and waited for him to smile. Waited for him to say it was a bad joke. Waited for some continue reading …
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