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feet slipped on wet concrete. Violet made a thin, breathy sound against my chest, barely a cry, but alive. Alive. Alive. The word beat through me harder than my pulse.
“Stay away from us.”
“She needs help.”
“Not from you.”
Behind Garrett, Nadine appeared in the doorway, one hand gripping the frame. Her eyes landed on Violet, and the disgust she failed continue reading …
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