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smile of a woman who had confused pride with righteousness for so long she no longer understood the difference. Marcus opened the door while I sat in the living room sorting baby blankets.
“I need to speak to my daughter-in-law,” Vivian said.
Marcus blocked the doorway.
“No.”
I froze.
Vivian blinked. “Excuse me?”
“No,” he repeated. “You can text Patricia continue reading …
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