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everyone around her is fighting for her too.”
He watched Violet’s tiny chest rise and fall.
“I should have told sooner.”
“No.”
“If I told Mrs. Rodriguez before, maybe—”
“No, Quincy.”
My voice was firmer than I intended. He looked startled.
I softened and turned toward him fully.
“You were a little boy trapped in a house full of adults who scared you. You continue reading …
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