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I placed another apple into the bag.
“She has her own eyes,” I replied.
Vivian swallowed hard. “Rachel, I—”
I waited.
The apology never came.
Instead she said, “This has gone on long enough.”
There it was.
Not remorse. Impatience.
I tied the produce bag and placed it in the cart.
“Yes,” I said. “It has.”
Then I turned Lily around and walked away.
That night,continue reading …
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