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gain, telling Marcus what his mother thought.
And I swallowed all of it because I wanted peace.
Peace, I had learned, was often just silence wearing a prettier name.
I turned toward Marcus. “I’m staying with my mom.”
His eyes widened. “Rachel, come on.”
“I need my hospital bag. Prenatal vitamins. Laptop. The folder from my desk.”
“I’ll get them.”
“No,” my continue reading …
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