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blinked. “What?”
“She only met him twice before she passed. After the second time, she told me he had hungry eyes.”
The tears came suddenly.
Not loud. Not dramatic.
Just hot and quiet down my cheeks.
“I should have listened.”
“No,” my father said firmly. “You should have been loved properly.”
I pressed my lips together.
Ethan made a small sound in his sleep.continue reading …
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